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(Caves of Hercules)

Been to London

Been to France

Traveled by Train through Spain

Passing Sunflowers in the Rain

Transfixed by island of Es Vedra
Sirens of the Sea
IBIZA

Rode camels in the desert

Sit in ruins of mammoth caves
of Myths and Hercules Legions engraved
at times secluded by the tide

Walked the maze of streets
Following white feathers

Medina’s filled with spice and trinkets

Smelled the Moroccan Rose with Jasmine entwined

Views of Gibraltar from the vine filled terrace
Snow capped Rif and Atlas Mountains

Sipping mint tea from Baba’s Cafe
Smoking Kif and Hashish

My ever watchful mother’s eye on a two-year old
with wanderlust

Moments on Polaroid confiscated
Of this special place and time

Prose by

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Es-Vedra-Ibiza

(Mystical island of Es Vedra)

Popular myths surrounding Es Vedra include that it was the home of the sirens and sea-nymphs who tried to lure Ulysses from his ship in Homer’s Odyssey, and the birth place and holy island of the Phoenician goddess, Tanit.

Sea Oats


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© Cynthia Martz 2013

Sea Oats

The recesses of my mind
linger on the sounds of wind in the trees
I close my eyes.
I am warm on my blanket in the sand

Reminding me of days in Fall at the beach
Sand dunes drifting and piling up like snow avoiding the sea oats that protect them

The coolness of the air and the salty sea
Fresh scents that come and go

whiffs of memories on the boardwalk
popcorn, candy apples, freshly baked pretzels, hot dogs and fries

Fading as the wild wind carries it

Like a teenagers first kiss

Lingering memories brought back to life

The Band plays on “under the boardwalk”

© Cynthia Martz 2013

Circular Swirl


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What’s the rush ?
Always spinning
trying to fit the circular swirl into the square pegs

Going no where
like Sisyphus rolling boulders uphill only to roll back down and repeat over and again

I’m Cynthia Biotch !

Grandma !!!!!

No deceit here
Where ever you’re going it will still be there and
it might even be better

So take your Time

Slow down
Stop your whine
Sit on your rock

Be ready for new things (Always)

© Cynthia Martz 2013
8/24/13

A Change of Mindset

The most important step is a realization that life is better when you move at a slower, more relaxed pace, instead of hurrying and rushing and trying to cram too much into every day. Instead, get the most out of every moment.

Go with the flow.

What is going with the flow? It’s rolling with the punches. It’s accepting change without getting angry or frustrated. It’s taking what life gives you, rather than trying to mold life to be exactly as you want it to be.

“A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.” ~Lao Tzu

Phoenix Awakened


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It’s a beautiful day in the Keys

Almost May

I’m not wasting my brain
Thinking about You

Mundane Things

Phone numbers changed

It’s taken me some time
To delete you from my mind

There’s No Recycle on my horizon
No more forgiveness in my heart for you

The Drama in my journey is over

The Phoenix Awakened

© Cynthia Martz 2013

https://myspace.com/gypsy/music/song/the-phoenix-26863546-26664731

Listen to the PHOENIX song

Dance like nobody’s watching;
Love like you’ve never been hurt.
Sing like nobody’s listening
Live like it’s heaven on earth.

         ~Mark Twain~

The Drowning


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The water was turbulent
The color of ink
Murky and foreboding

I prayed for time

I jumped into the fray

Searching
My arms and legs moved quickly like tentacles
Hoping for a connection

I sensed her

Reaching

I held her

She panicked and flung herself from my grasp

I felt her

Slide past, descending into her watery grave of a dreamless rest

© Cynthia Martz 2013
4/27/13

My Older Sister


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I received an email from my older sister asking me to go down memory lane and email her back the “Little Memories” I had of her and I growing up.

My reply:

I remember the fishing trip when you and I were in the back seat and dad stopped suddenly and that HUGE  fish-hook that he had in one of those pockets in the backseat embedded in your knee. How painful that must have been. I remember dad cutting off the tip with pliers and then to the hospital we went.

I don’t remember you cutting all my pretty blonde curls off when I was three. I do know Mama kept them forever in an envelope.

I remember going to the drive in as a family and there would be an accident and we would never make it.

Dad always stopped to help save people.

I don’t remember you riding the subways with us to Yankee stadium, nor you being at —- Cleveland’s.

I always went to the movies with —- and —- . There dad worked right next door to the Tivoli at Cannon Shoe Store. After school we would go to his job and he would give us money for the movies.We seen all the Sandra Dee and Annette Funicello movies. (A Summer Place) we watched it over and over.
We used to sit in the (Black Only ) section cause we thought they were the best seats.

Who would have thought?

I do recall you telling me to catch the spider in that dark, musky well at Gavers.
Mama freaked out. Those big water spiders were huge.

I remember as I got older you were always telling on me.

I do remember sled riding with you and making the ice crack in the creek when we stepped on it, and mama would get so upset cause our feet were always wet.

We were always frozen little warriors 🙂

I remember watching Howdy Doody with you. We would put that special plastic on the screen of the TV when they told us to and then it was like magic too us. We had a Howdy Doody pool at Gavers.

Mama would take us on long hikes up to the mountain stream. We would sit on the rock and have a picnic. Then we would throw our banana peels in the water and watch them float away. I lost a shoe in the the quagmire. It made some bubbles and disappeared. We thought it was quicksand.

We used to play with our paper dolls together and dress them all pretty.

I remember I was really into science projects and dad finally got me the invisible man. You thought it would be great to paint the parts, so we did. Dad was not pleased.

I remember making shadows on the wall in our bedroom we shared. We could hear the singing sisters from the hollow and we would get scared cause mama said they had died and there was no way we heard singing.

She said it was just the wind.

I remember going too that church on Dill Ave and getting trapped in the bathroom. The air was stuffy and we were so frightened. We couldn’t get the door open and tried getting out the window but it was locked. Everyone told us the door was locked from the inside but we didn’t lock it.

I remember coming to see you at your JOB. I was so proud that you were my big sister. The Keeper of the books.

I wasn’t home too much back then (Dill Ave) I hung with —– and —–  who mama did not like. Then of course there was my running off too Rockville w/ — and living with —  and —–. That’s when dad actually said I was not welcome home anymore and I had pulled that stunt once too often. That is when I moved in with — and his mom on Canberra. I was barely 18.

I remember I would leave with just a toothbrush in my back pocket.

I have often wondered a great deal the significance of my poem “Tin Roof”
Now, that I am older I can’t state with any positiveness that I know what really happened.

The words in my poetry do lead me too ask why that was on my mind?

The Poem Tin Roof”

If these walls could talk what would they say
would we hear the laughter,
see the tears
would we hear secrets
spoken in whispers
of days past
would we see our daydreams and imaginations
take flight into the night
would our dreams and nightmares come true
like they did in the rooms
the rain is falling,
tear drops on the tin roof
the tiger is trying to get through the window
when I wake there is blood on my arm
was it the torn and broken window screen,
what was I fighting

Mama

On July 31st 1924

Universe decided that Mr and Mrs would welcome a baby girl into their arms
They would love her dearly
She was a beautiful baby
fair of skin
with curly strawberry blonde hair
she was sensitive and kind
seeking knowledge about life’s secrets
she chose a path after all her children were born
it was what she said a narrow path
that many would not find
she was satisfied with this path
and never wavered
it separated our family in many ways
and yet today each of us have found our path
Realizing there are many paths leading to the “ONE”
Her “Truth” was not ours
We remember our parents love
as they welcomed each of us into their arms
Today as the full blue moon rises we know
The “man in the moon” still watches over all of us

© Cynthia Martz