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

New Year Resolutions, Edition 2018

Hi there,
my friends and loyal subscribers, my favourite people in the world, my readers! That time of the year has come again, and it’s even perhaps already late for New Year Resolutions. Noooo, it’s not! It’s not. Cut the long story short, here are mine:

    new-year-resolutions-2013

    New Year Resolutions for 2018!

    1. Make the “Devastation of the Soul” poetry chapbook. I know exactly which poems will be at the core, so it shouldn’t be that difficult. I plan to be ready with this project by the end of February.
    2. Translate 13 horror stories from English to Bulgarian and make them into a book. Well, I can’t print the book obviously, or distribute it. What I intend is to have a full-length body of content just in case anyone would be interested to print. Why 13? Ah, I’m predictable. The perfect timing will be to translate one story per month and choose one month for a double score. Yet, I don’t believe in such evenness. Moreover, I’m making the chapbook during January and February, remember? So, let’s focus on getting the first six stories by the end of May, or early June, at the latest. No serious work during summer, dudes! My experience is adamant in this respect. Every single time I made plans for June-July-August, I failed. No need to get bitter on that. Just move the deadline 😉 This project should be accomplished around the end of November. It will coincide with the end of NaNoWriMo.
    3. And that brings me to my next resolution:

    4. November will be a month for poem-a-day writing, as will be April. I don’t plan to follow any particular prompts, but I’ll lay the foundations for two more chapbooks. I haven’t decided on the topics yet. This year, I will not revisit NaNoWriMo. Maybe next year 😉
    5. OK, moving on:

    6. I need help with this one. Some 5 years ago, I was thinking of writing very short poetic pieces to go with each of the Tarot Cards. Maybe just the Major Arcana, for the whole pack would become boring. If you want to see what those cards are, check this Wikipedia page. These past 6 months, however, a new idea dawned on me: write a short piece to go with the various cards used in the Dixit Board Game (To learn more about the game check their official page). I need your help, because I don’t believe it’s reasonable to think I can do both this coming year. So, which one? The deadline is my birthday, that is end of December. I plan to focus on this in the second part of the year. Let’s hope the general mood will be favourable.
    7. Now, to the less creative resolutions:

    8. I will do yoga once a week.
    9. I will continue my diet journal and scheme.
    10. I will see 5 new theatrical pieces and 3 new operas.
    11. I will blog once a week, at least.

    I think this is enough. Maybe it’s a good idea to add something about cooking skills or baking intentions, but you know the road to hell is paved with good intentions, so I won’t be tempted.

    Perhaps I should pin this post somewhere to get reminded of it and check my progress regularly. It’s so good to be back in this blog *hug*.

    Before you go, I’d like to remind you that I need your help with the 4th item in my list. Which one should it be: Tarot or Dixit?

Slowly Coming Back

Hello friends and Merry Christmas!

I have been away from this blog for such a long time, that I felt shy coming back. I thought I didn’t own the place anymore. I was worried I won’t be able to clean all the weeds from this garden. But, the place is still mine, albeit somewhat untidy and dispopulated, so I made a few changes, picked up a new theme, and started writing poetry again.

Part of my reason for staying away lies in the theme I’d chosen – magazine look. I wanted to be attractive, and that always means more visual, more pictures. No one wants to read walls of text. Everyone goes for the picture. Well, that made it too hard for me. I had to find an appropriate pic, credit it, format it to fit the post, the page, etc. I’m not a picture person. I’m a word person. That’s it.

So, I came back to text and simplicity. Even when I put pics, no one reads my texts. People stare at the pic, that’s all.

Then, there was the hardware problem. My faithful and beautiful laptop obviously became too unfit for the technical demands of all the running apps. I had to wait for 5 or more minutes for a single page to load. And, all of you know how demoralising that is when you have just half an hour to spend for finding your prompt, writing your poem, posting it on your blog and sharing the link to the prompt site. Huh? What a bunchful of 5 minutes that would be!

So, finally, I can boast a newer machine, where pages load faster 😉

Now we will see what I will write and how often, right?

Merry Christmas, dear friends, and may the season bring you joy and fulfilment!

Yours truly, 
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.

Made Sense at the Time

18th May, 1995

A note with tear stains on it,
heart-rending, in my mind.
Most probably, just cheesy.
I locked it in a case, thinking I hid it well.
It made perfect sense at the time:
my move, the note, its hiding place.

I never saw the note again,
I roughly remember what it said.
I saw deaths after that, but no one saw mine.
When I look back, it made perfect sense. At the time.
I still wonder where the note is.

(c) Mariya Koleva, 2017

This poem was written for Poetic Asides Wednesday Prompt # 419 – “made sense at the time”