Category Archives: #Poetry

The Loneliness of a Toddler in a Children’s Corner

Bouncing
like erratic balls
given to a child to hush
his displeasure with his coffee-sipping mother
who left him in the nursery
Where it doesn’t matter
that the place is full of colours,
toys and noise.

Gaping loneliness is bouncing –
millions of coloured balls.

(c) 2018, MK

This weird quadrille was written for d’Verse – Quadrille #48 – Bounce. It was my first quadrille, and I’m not sure I did it correctly. For example, what do you do with “a” or with hyphenated words? The obvious solution – check fellow poets’ approach and adopt it. It was a nice challenge.

Superstition and Gravity


The train squeezed listless along the platform,
as if a game for happy children:
their January holiday,
with a completed list of gifts –
the sane apathy of parents reluctant to question superstitions.

The train – a figure of shady authority
puffed towards the winter shelter
where grain is stored for hungry throats
where chickens are cuddled to sleep before
they are taken to our feast table,
realistically rising to the occasion –
the gravity of holiday matters.

(c) 2018, mk

This is my weekly wordle poem in answer to Sunday Whirl #334.

Wordle with no Title

Sunday Whirl 333 – a Wordle without a Title

The spy whistled –
the still water denied the staccato existence of Colorado rapids.
He sat down with a jar of thinner –
maybe diluting it would make it faster.

His sidekick resented the whistling –
he took it for a stupid habit you should kick clean of.
Instead he binge-watched Sabrina, the Teenage Witch
for hours
while sprinkling their home with gas
until all was slick as sin and wishing for death.

(c) 2018 MK

A Flower at Night

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a flower at night
drops its head in reverie
of warm mother earth

(c) 2018, MK

My humble haiku was written as a response to this week’s Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #14 – Revise that Haiku. Here is the original piece I considered while writing my own. And on Chevrefeuille’s prompt blog site you can read the background story in detail:

falling to the ground
a flower closer to the root
bidding farewell

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Password, acrostic

Hello and Happy New year 2018! That’s a valid thing to say throughout January, so I’m totally up-to-date. Here is something small for today.

Password

Protocol requires that
All access is allowed in exchange for a
Suitable code –
Something cryptic
Which
Only the chosen few can
Remember
Down the road

(c) 2018, MK

Did you recognise it? It’s an acrostic, and it was written for Poetic Asides, Wednesday Prompt #421. With plenty of cool verse over there.

The Mighty Nothing

Sunday Whirl #332

The Mighty Nothing

Ditch truth, tell only rumors.
Boil before serving.
Nothing real is as mighty as something
you hear on the grapevine.

The seams of your age-old wound
are the only reminder of the sliver that pierced your cheek.
The memory is almost lost in the middle of glorious light.

Your tears streak down to nothingness.

© 2018, MK

If you want to check the original post, you can visit the site. There are other poems written on that prompt – you may like them, also.

Tan Renga – Where Have You Been So Far?

Hey, I’ve never known creating Tan Renga was such fun. You learn as you live, quite clearly. My friend, Chevrefeuille, regularly posts challenges and prompts at his awesome blog site, and today, I finally paid attention to this new thing for me. If you need explanation and guidance, you’d better visit his post. And here are my two contributions:

Tan Renga Challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Tan Renga #1337

Tan Renga Challenge #1337 – “in the fields”

white poppy
it must have bloomed
from a wintry shower

in a hurry before springtime
has donned it with scarlet.

(c) 2017, Basho and MK

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ancient warriors ghosts
mists over the foreign highlands –
waiting for the full moon

the field will find its
forgotten army of tall grass.

(c) 2017, Chevrefeuille and MK

The Secret Admirer of the Spare Star

wordle prompt for sunday 331The Secret Admirer of the Spare Star

Who will approach the spare star
and wonder at its glitter?
Maybe the one who walks among the fields
without despising the gutter or the lane,
the split honour of being second best.

Roll like thunder,
release its lights –
the flashy line of godly might!

When all is dead and over,
you’ll pin the star to the museum wall
for visitors to stare bluntly into it.

(c) 2017, MK

Always enjoying the wordle poems. This one was written for the #331 Wordle Prompt on Brenda’s blog. I guess that’s the case with everybody, because you never know where words can take you in their whim.

No Time to Waste, haiku

Waste no time

Image from Carpe Diem Blog Site

No Time To Waste

A drop with a thousand
colours of light –
Frozen in the winter world.

(c) 2017, Mariya Koleva

I have long been absent from my friend’s haiku prompt blog, Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, but today’s haiku was written for his prompt #1332 No Time To Waste, taking inspiration from one thousand spectacular nuances of the water drop magnificence. Smiles.