The Rainbow Woman Poem By Marieta Maglas

The blue woman~alive knows the meaning of things and the hue of His visions. Thinks to survive. Absently slipping her sight at the edge of the reality~ ruins, cracked mountains, and rolling rocky rains when the divine penetrates her within. Her womb grows to hide a new symphony of feelings. She tries to face death and sin. Bluish face for a falling tear that becomes a magnifying glass. Ear to hear the rhythm of the seconds as they pass. Orange, red beret to pulse in the hard, violet air. Winds whispering old songs in her summery, green hair. This woman is questioning herself if love can disfigure, can play havoc with, can vitiate, or can torpedo her essence. She learned not to trust, but to think and to keep it for herself because she knows that, in the missing Light, the words can become silvery dust for a fight~ while shooting and jeering. On her lips, the silence waits to explode. Has a flamed, red shine. There is nothing to destroy. ' Tis only a tomography of the spirit ~ her innocent jealousy and passion. Poem by Marieta Maglas