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Sunday Scribblings #309 – Search, I wrote a Quintain *** The crying child will fall at last alone with empty arms that we deceived him with The whining wind of old is now all gone to play its games around the house a bit And search the path of days that runs forlorn. © [...]  I have not poemed for a long time now. I reckon summer is not the best season for poeming with me. These days, I have been checking the prompt sites for new inspirations. Sunday Scribblings came up with EASY prompt. And, here is my poem. *** EASY The breezes of September summer Swing swift and [...] Here are the prompts on which I acted: Sunday Scribblings – Messenger; One Single Impression – Epidemic; Poets United – Headlines; Theme Thursday – Face; We Write Poems – Almost a poem; Three Word Wednesday – Adamant-Fabricate-Peculiar *** The messenger was adamant: Those headlines had not been fabricated And we were facing A peculiar and [...] This week, I decided to combine a few of the prompts. *** Those hollow eyes Are nearly there Such vast horizons Unlimited by uniforms.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
** Sunday Scribblings – nearly; One Single Impression – hollow; Writer’s Island – unlimited; Poets United – uniforms. [...] Theme Thursday said “paper”; One Single Impression suggested “sarcastic”; Sunday Scribblings prompted “free”. A combination reads as follows: * A letter coming slow and late Reading in a cold, sarcastic tone, in fact, is license to be free.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva Sunday Scribblings – Raw * Суров, безмилостен и глух, светът събира ни в гигантската си шепа, докато търсим начин да се стоплим.
© 2011 Мария Колева
*** English-language version Raw, callous and deaf, this world will cup us in its monstrous hand, while we are struggling to keep warm.
© 2011 Mariya [...] The prompt from Sunday Scribblings this week is Fire. This could be a tanka. Not sure, though
Fire blazing up ahead Believe me – that is not the sun, It’s just its orange smile That shines in ardent colours And reddens to beguile.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva *** Българска версия Огънят изгасва пред [...] Here is a poem about Food, as prompted by the Sunday Scribblings In fact, it is a piece I have already contributed before, as part of the November PAD Challenge I did last November, yet I consider it suitable. Besides, pasta is forever my favourite food, albeit so … bad for … you know… [...] |
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