A Look Back

WP Snow_Pecos.jpg[Photo Credit: Sandi Martinez]

Wind stops

snow flakes sparkle

seconds pass

spurs on mind’s chaos

winter coats the ground

a crunch underfoot

soon sprouts of green

will grow

just as my thoughts turn to snow

A look back

no better than before

better to know

nowhere to go

but back around

to solid, wet ground

back around to a past

come back around

the cold blows

my mind





by Sandi Martinez

Fear Unborn

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Driving through Chile, NM. A gift; beings unknown… (Image: Sandi’s)

Gone are the days when you looked me in the face

and I turned away

somehow you knew you could stay

Gone are the days

when you stepped on my toes and made me

think it was me, all me

Gone are the days I shook your hand,

making deals you would tread softly and quietly

and Gone are the days I actually believed you

Because you never existed even though

I’ve been torn,







©Sandi Martinez


Beads of sweat roll down

in the nick of time,

I catch mine

in the nick of time,

I turn around

and wait to see if you

can really see

the beads are reflections of you

drops of memories free themselves

as they glide down my soft skin

images of you and me and the way

we were bounce back; times gone by

the ones we remember

and the ones that roll around loosely

the string that holds them

no longer taut, no longer strong

but rather a lazy kind of tug

Beads of parts of ourselves

of who we no longer are

Beads of the future gather

around the ground, the path

we walk on, that once led us to

each other,

and now opens to all directions

Beads roll on down in every direction,

I no longer worry… let them roll





© Sandi Martinez

If I whispered

A mound of dirt surrounds

that which imitates a path

the path zig-zags to you and me and fro

and to


The wind blows, bending the trees

this way and that

but if you look closely,

it’s the way into the cat

it’s blue eyes glow golden

it’s whiskers bend gently

with movement

It’s lithe body

crawls and sun bathes sensually

The wind blows


My mind burns with images

my heart knows no bounds

my heart can fly

but until I met you

it couldn’t




©Sandi Martinez

High Five

...and I give you a high-five back... (Image: Sandi Martinez)
…and I give you a high-five back… (Image: Sandi Martinez)
You say this, and say that
and flip a finger back
I catch the motion as if it
were a kiss
but it wasn’t
was it?
I say this and I say that,
and I give you a high-five back,
if it weren’t for your cruelty
I would not know about pay-back
heaven’s no, not that kind,
just the ones we leave behind
Memories, regrets, and middle-finger blows
but who knows?
where we go,
no one knows
Where we are headed,
those whom hate us wish us beheaded.
Where then will we go when we know?
Time to let go
Please let me go…

©Sandi Martinez

It’s ugly

If I say you are wrong to look the other way, does it mean toward me? [Image: Sandi Martinez]
If I say you are wrong to look the other way,
does it mean toward me? [Image: Sandi Martinez]

If I say I love you, what does that mean?

If I say I know you,

does this mean from where,

from before we were born?

If I say I want to express myself

does it mean I will say anything?

If I say I am confused, does this mean

about everything

or just you?

If I say I have much to ‘deal with’

does this mean anything in general

or just the steps I take toward you?

Or does it mean it’s the steps I take away from you?

If I say you are wrong to look the other way,

does it mean toward me?

If I say keep looking in that direction,

Does it mean toward your lover?

If I say stop thinking of me

does it mean as your friend – the way you knew me?

Or does it mean in the way that you want?

please, stop talking and start walking down the path where you belong…

©Sandi Martinez