A poem about recognizing your two mirrors — Oh yes, I feel the roaring yelps You pour into pillows nightly I hear the screeching afterthoughts Of your old ruminating ways You asked for space; grace I gave you But insomnia and unrest Agonize you at every turn Resounding your barbaric yawps It’s not your reflection that scares But your…

An updated introduction to Selma: reader, writer, poet, and Oh, so ordinary — “Be humble, for you are made of dung. Be noble, for you are made of stars.” ~ Serbian Proverb In April 2020, I wrote my first About Me on this lovely platform and shared parts of myself as my parts uncurled in current world events, namely the pandemic that I…

In this empty nester’s year-end agenda, these will silhouette my festivities — one ‘nother and then more bring warm fuzzies from faraway lands– U.S, U.K, New Zealand, Spain, Greece, Belize, and Finland jubilant treasures come to remind it’s Christmas ’round the world © 2022 selmamartin.com Arkquain Syllabic: 1/2/3/4-5/7/7/5-4/3/2/1 The two 7-syllable lines must use end rhyme. bought the requisite apples: nothing else…

Book review: Each poem in this collection will touch your soul — Hello, lovely readers on Medium. Happy first weekend in December to you. Today I want to say congratulations to Tree Langdon on the occasion of her book launch — Yay! Way to go, Tree! How excited this makes me! I wrote my review early, ready to post to Amazon the…

City streets could seem lonely and disorienting to some people, let’s help bring magic to another human this year-end — If Only For One Day In the buzz of the city, she found rhythm Cued by the screeching trains, she arose But this day, the dogs’ impatience urged her To get moving, moving — Get up and go ‘somewhere’ They turned the corner with diffidence She still had to learn the city's ways more No crowds to…

A poem that calls attention to small wonders, and perhaps you’d like to learn how to hug a cloud — I heard Hope clearly call my name Her whisper, close yet far Gently, I pulled open the shade A bluebird met my eye The background music of her peers Seemed to tell her to bide So little bluebird held my gaze I opened window wide She curtsied before entering My small…

A ghazal about a sunny day that took me traveling to yesteryear — top of the morn and the sun smelled peculiar had me sniffing, glancing — recalling — I remember, I remember smooth, sweet, uniquely phantasmagoric, it lingered surreally — recalling — I remember, I remember by and by, the north wind blew long and stronger nostalgic ocean song — recalling — I…

The universe bequests you peace and goodness ceaseless — Om — Shalom Do-gooders To you, I speak Altruistic souls Ready to help the world Dreaming big possible dreams Of life as we want it for all Hear the cooing of the peaceful dove From east to north to west and then to south Never has there been a more perfect time To commend your services and pledge To act with…

Is that thing that’s not fake and comes alive when you notice it’s there — no scorching embers to unlight no martyr’s badge of pride I’m zephyr blown into the night to guide and glide my stride the thing that darkness cannot kill resides in me, reborn the thing reborn alights the night, enfolds me into morn rebellion provoked and mocked me the wounds have yet…