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Shima Nesari Haghighi Fard: "Jodde Maree's poetry is inspired by her thoughts, imagination and words. Her poems speak softly in the reader's heart and spirit. The verses imagined by her words have the fragrance of heaven, and sleep gently in one's dreams. If you dream of stepping in the river of wonders and feel the dance of the leaves, read these angelic verses. In my experience as a poetess, Jodde's poems sing the melody of life for the spir...

Jodde Maree's words glitter in the starry sky of her writings.The verses play a delightful melody, and speak softly to the reader. Jodde writes with rich imagery, and guides the reader to the world she has imagined. Her words swim in the ocean of wonders, and leave a footprint in the reader's world of imaginations.In my opinion as a poet, follow each petal of her verses and see the beauty of a flower that has the fragrance of her world and the...

Vanishing layers Your skin a flare of distances and flowersHuman pearls and cradled sky milk cloudsJust a love noteWoven by trinkets and sweet liquorish wineCanvas ink stains bleed from your hands their dirty work

Who needs long drawn out Iambic rhetoric to take the heart and soul to places of dark and light? Jodde's style is reminiscent of film industries film noir period using shades, shadows, using patches of light in the right places to allow us to view not only her journey but allowing the reader to escape into their own voyage. Like film noir you get black and white leaving the reader to discover their own colors. Jodde's pieces of magnificence pu...

Cultures of envious destruction / Replayed again and again / Where did you send your killing gift? / Will humane sanctuaries find flight? / Making calls to a house which keeps cutting wires / No one's home anymore / Only hourly remains of deadlines.

I fear not days before me or a gallant rush of pounding seaMy skin falls lightly upon pillows of cloudy rain I'm taken by all life's inherent beautyI shall not scream or cry into catacombs of dark despairGently I whisper upon calm scenes of moving tides Love is a guardian of my soul

Silent rain A stairway foldsInside my handsI held sweet poems A part of myselfI shall never Find

The silence has found a loverOf grief in thePitches of deep arrogantWolves Plentiful the numbersAre walking over Your eyesThey blend into the trafficAnd a dream becomesA warm breathYou take to get away

Your dreams are landscapesImprovising richDepthsThe openingFertility ofA legacyFound without warningIt's not a religionIt's a provokedHeartacheWhen tornadosEmbrace yourWords andNight is a survivalOf bloodAnd sex.

In the morning I know my head Will hurt again So IÕll take the Train into Another city Just to watch the sun Fall down Upon empty walls Of Dreams

And the open Wounds breathed With a lovely Perfume Of ancient blood The foolish red And the Greediness Of lust Perched like A bird Upon the shoulder Of time

I won't disappear with You - I want a be a resolution To my own Questions. ~Jodde Maree

Jodde Maree's words fly in the world of imagination and drink from the ocean of ink. Her writing steps on the golden bridge of wonders and sleep beautifully in the arms of her books. In my opinion as a poetess, if you wish to hold the branch of her papers and reach the root of her words, pass from this golden bridge and reach the world of her imagination." Shima Nesari Haghighi Fard

Did we ever exist at all When I first followed you home And every sun surrounded your face And yes, I was there Watching you burn brightly Allowing time to fade slowly Where all ashes go to forgive themselves!...

blushing blooms and you a tactile romantic of a closing season..." ~Jodde Maree

My heart is the shape Of your hands Moulded by drops of burning Sand. - Jodde Maree

an orchard of your perfume runs along my skin, you blow yourself from the palm of a hand into the air and it's goodbye again ~Jodde Maree

There's no surrender, Just walk toward those seconds of flight When winning was just A game. ~Jodde Maree

You sign the days with pastures Of snow-white flowers The kind which never forget To break open ~Jodde Maree