The printed word remains, sunday wordle 55

Sunday Wordle #55align, emerging, print, cobalt, vibrate, contrast, chance, wink, dot, grind, clear, hook

Align this text
with all your dots
you put in there
by mere chance.

Let’s print it clear
in contrast
Emerging
from the grind
you close in on me
The hook
above the door vibrates
with that perpetual
and cobalt wink

The text is still
on print
though your shadow
and your swiftness
faded. 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Also shared with Poets United Poetry Pantry #99

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Accepting the Award

Following this pretty month of April, during which I celebrated poetry and web-friendship to the full, I happened to receive the Liebster Award! I hardly knew what it was and how I have come to deserve it, yet – here it is!

It came my way by way of Misky’s Alphabet Soup de Jour poetic blog: http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/april-showers-bring-may-liebster-awards/

Misky is a blogging and poetry friend whom I met through Poetic Asides (Robert’s) November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge 2010 – the first one I ever did and in fact, the one that hooked me to web-poetry forums and prompts. Since that November, Misky and me have been frequent visitors of each other’s blogs and have communicated through several social media :-D Oh, I almost forgot, Misky not only writes amazing poetry, she also cooks and attends a magnificent garden! Those arts are far beyond me, so I’m pretty humbled.

As a way of recognition, I should myself nominate five other bloggers for the Liebster Award. You have no idea how hard it is. I picked around 10… OK, here are the final cast:

Viv Blake – beautiful poety, reflective pieces, amazing style (and she lives in France): http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/

Magical Mystical Teacher -great haiku, always accompanied by appropriate photos (and she is a teacher, indeed) http://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/

Grace – she writes poetry which is really full of grace; whenever I try to write a meaningful comment to her verse, I come up with the same old, same old “oh, Grace, it’s so graceful” http://everydayamazin.blogspot.com/

Becca Givens – she amazes me with powerful and peaceful poetry combined with smashing photos. How do these girls have the patience to load all that… http://beccagivens.wordpress.com/

Diana Teneva – well, how wonderful is that I should meet another Bulgarian, also living in Bulgaria, through the web-forum, especially through one that is hosted by poets residing in India… I consider meeting Diana one of the best things that happened to me during this April. She writes in three languages, her haiku are tender and thought-provoking, and she has great taste for fine arts. Oh, and she is a teacher, too. http://www.dianart-dten.blogspot.com/

My dear friends, here are the rules of the Liebster Blog Award:

1. Thank the person that gave you the award in a post on your own site 
2. Nominate up to five blogs with less than 200 followers 
3. Let the nominees know they’ve won by leaving a comment on one of their posts 
4. Add the Liebster image above so all your readers know that you are a recipient.

 

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no haste, Day 30

NaPoWriMo, Day 30

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No haste now

The month is over

Till next time

 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Zest, Day 29

NaPoWriMo, Day 29

 

Haiku Heights – Zest

 

Intently watching

Tree branches playing with birds

And knowing it ends.

 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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The Circus moves away, Day 28

NaPoWriMo, Day 28

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The Circus

folds its tents

it packs its ropes

cajoles its animals

to their cages

It rails its wagons

The train

Or caravans

The trailers

Drive away

 

The field it leaves

Is empty

Of the shrieks

And jolly hops

Of the children’s eyes

Wide open

With amazement

Of their mouths

Full of sugar cotton

Lollipops

And their hands

Full-laden with

Fake jewelry

 

The field it leaves

Remains abandoned

By the magic

It held on

All summer

 

Summer’s gone.

 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Temptation, Day 27

NaPoWriMo, Day 27

Haiku Heights – Temptation

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Temptation as I see

Volcano surging power

And fury alone.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Melody, Day 26

NaPoWriMo, Day 26

1.

Wow, oh, wow

Don’t get off so loud!

Don’t give in so soon!

Never mind the crowd!

You’ll get yourself marooned

Looking up to whom

            you shouldn’t

Just because you wouldn’t

            find a steady place

To help you save your face

 

Oh, wow, oh

Don’t get down so low

Rescue team is on the way

Yet, perhaps, they will not stay

Probably they will ignore

Noise so loud and fall so low.

 

2. Haiku Heights – Melody

How will the wind find

The melody of stricken birds?

Shall it hush down?

 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Wheels of the bus, Day 25

NaPoWriMo, Day 25

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Do the wheels of the bus
Roll round and round?

Are you trying to remind me
of those wheels
featuring
in that sweet short rhyme?
Are those wheels
the ones of my fortune
rolling endlessly ahead
never stopping their roll
their run
their smooth and gliding forward
Move
and leave behind
all that chance
has witnessed overboard?

Do I understand
Those wheels
Resemble
The path my scribbling wisdom took?
The tipsy driver
Gets them zig-zag
Through the mist
Of love and moons.

Ah, insatiable you…

 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Rhythm, Day 24

NaPoWriMo, Day 24

1. Acrostic Only, SW – Rhythm

Rhythm rules the abyss

Hailing over dead wood

You wasted time alone

Timeless patterns get you

Hunting on your own

Mindful, random and forlorn.


2. Poetic Asides – Morning 

Blue highways
Rolling over
Your sleepiness 

On that blissful verge
Your dreamy blinks abide 

Still sleepy self can feel
The blue outside
Where birds are chirring 

Is there coffee steaming?

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Opposite poem, Day 23

I turn again to T.S. Eliot for my “fan” poetry

NaPoWriMo.net – opposite poem

T.S.Eliot – Waste Land, What the Thunder Said

Before the cold luster of their masks
Before the hot clamour outside the house
Before the ecstasy of lurid lakes
The silence and the smiles
Open spaces, dungeons and stillness
of the hush of autumn below the nearby sea
Those that were dead are still living
You who were dying are yet living
Without any haste

There is no air there, but only sand
Sand and no air, and the rocky block
The block directly crossing the sea
Which is a sea of sand without air
If here is air, you could go on and spit
Within the sand, you cannot go on and spit
Stone is moist and head is in the clouds
If only air was around the sand
Living sea end of shiny nails which can but drink
There you can only sit, or run or stand
Here is only clamour in the sea
And moist fruitful hush with draught
Here are only crowds in the sea
And white happy feet tiptoe and run
To windows of state-of-the-art palaces
                                   We don’t wish for air
But for sand
We wish for sand
But no air
No air
A breeze
A gust over the sand
We wish not the silence of the air alone
Only the worm
Not the moist gravel grunting
Not the silence of air inside sand
Not like the place the eagle sleeps over the rocky peaks
Snore sneer snore sneer sneer sneer sneer
And all around is air.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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