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Sunday Wordle #55 – align, 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
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 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.
NaPoWriMo, Day 30
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No haste now
The month is over
Till next time
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
NaPoWriMo, Day 29
Haiku Heights – Zest
Intently watching
Tree branches playing with birds
And knowing it ends.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
NaPoWriMo, Day 28
***
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
NaPoWriMo, Day 27
Haiku Heights – Temptation
***
Temptation as I see
Volcano surging power
And fury alone.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
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
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
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
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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