DIANA MARIN

Tag: diana marin poetry

  • Her Rebirth

    Haunted by Ophelia’s phantom,
    enraptured by vernal murmurs,
    she succumbs to dreaminess
    lost in the stream
    of consciousness
    carried away by Woolf’s whispers
    and echoes of myth from
    a scent of white Narcissus-
    fluid nostalgia in full bloom-
    she remembers her touch
    before the plunge;
    the sacred memory shatters
    underwater-
    her pale skin resurfaces-
    she is beaming;
    her alter ego withers
    underwater
    Nature witnesses
    an act of self-love.

  • A poem: The ark

    I dream of emerald grass,
    sapphire waves,
    idle legs shimmering on marble,
    crystalline laughter
    I miss this-
    Do I miss myself-
    this self?
    let's enjoy it while it lasts
    before the tide of darkness floods
    our frail world
    I want a fresh view:
    we unfold - the tides unfold
    we walk on water
    we get to the ark-
    how do we lift the anchor?
    it's so heavy, heavy, reflecting
    the heaviness of the hearts
    the veil over the ark protects
    the sanctuary, meanwhile
    our dreams function as fuel
    to get us there
    What about the iceberg? 
    beware of the iceberg,
    the way it shines, the way
    the part submerged in the dark 
    knows more than you and I
    combined
    ever will, 
    it's a point of reference
    shrouded in an aura of mystery
    which seems to whisper:
    abandon all hope
    before you penetrate the mind
    obliterate preconceptions
    sometimes we are water, 
    sometimes we are stone.

  • Various poems

    Catatonic state

    I feel your ashes
    like quicksand
    I’m sucked into
    so I’m standing still
    trying to enjoy the view.

     

    Your faith

    I never confessed this but
    your faith helped keep me
    anchored in myself
    whenever the currents started
    hitting from all sides.
    I just wanted to thank you
    for still existing in my mind.

     

    Extensions

    Extensions of me
    are ramifying under
    your skin.
    Does it hurt when
    I unravel your bloody
    nightmares?

     

    Discrepancy

    As you weed them out,
    slowly, the space between
    you and the other you-
    both mental concepts-
    will become smaller
    and smaller
    until they merge into one
    at which point you will look
    around, filled with life,
    no longer tainted, you will
    open your eyes and see
    the discrepancy is abolished
    but so is everyone else.