Triada Samaras Poem: Spiraling Down

 Spiraling Down

My love for you falls down—
spiraling—
the drain—

words drifting away with tears,
descending deeply into a churning vessel
to anywhere but here,

of downward flight,
of permanent disposal—

Pop! You emerge from another drain,
charm and irresponsibility,

vacant steel eyes that will not meet mine.

But oh—how you sparkle and dance,
promise the sun for a brief moment,
Mediterranean rooftops,
children’s laughter,
dinner simmering—

garlic and tomato in the air.

The touch of your body—
so cold, so magnetic,
my imagination soars
over both of us, over the house,
like a drone seeing down—
everything in its frame
perfectly in place—

But inside,

nothing is.


c. Triada Samaras, 2025

Triada Samaras Poem: Whispering Branches

Whispering Branches

When heavy words began to fall
lightly down,
from leaf to leaf they landed and dropped.

When superfluous ones disappeared,
their monotone faded,
inflections stilled—
leaving luxurious silence,
birdsong and the gentle wind.

Took us back to a time
when our feet were soft,
walking a carpet of pine needles,
drinking their fresh scent—
to a place where sound
meant the waving branches high above,
Spirit’s gentle whisper
blowing lush green breezes between them.

That is when I felt
your breath on my cheek in the sunlight,
sometimes quicker, sometimes slower,
in an endless musical prose.

That was when you found poetry,
half asleep in a pastoral dream
next to me.

The breeze blew through the spaces where we danced,
while the sky rattled
millions of green castanets
that fell to your face
in a whisper of love,
like your breath on mine,
as I wrote it all down.

c. Triada Samaras 2002  (editied 2025)