Poetry: Selections from Maria A. Arana



The Treasure

all the color in the world
won’t brighten a smile
or weaken the knees
 
it’s a cursed weight
on the shoulders
cradling fear and loneliness
 
from what was found
I wish I had lost it
before this consuming void
 
darkens the world
and I cannot see
the treasure you left me
 
I call it a head



Shy Moon

my heavy feet
trod
this unforgiving orange
patch
streaked with two green
lines
leading past your cabin
 
the lights are on to the
right
the porch
dark
under this shy moon
 
the tall trees
are bars to this prison
and the only solace
is the pink
blooming tree
 
whose yellow trunk
holds
the only hope
a landscape
inside my heart
can bear



a photograph…

a photograph is supposed to unlock 
all the secrets your Self portrays in reality
but pictures can be altered
changed
cut
mended
and who is the wiser?





Maria A. Arana is a teacher, writer, poet, and editor. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, Big Windows Review,
and Aromatica Poetica.

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