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Today’s poem is written for the second Two for Tuesday this month.
What’s better now is that things are clear
What’s worse is they remain the same.
Can we envision progress anywhere near,
And can we find solution in ourselves?
I feel better now it’s over
And yet it’s worse now for the open end.
Shall we go on to stage another play,
Or shall we just disband the cast and tear down the circus tent?
© 2024, soulmary
She lost hope
Walked back the same road
Hoping she
Will find it
But then she lost her way
And with it – all hope.
© 2024, soulmary
And it’s a shadorma. Wink-wink.
Today’s prompt is to write a poem consisting of 10 or fewer words.
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Love
Faith and
Hope
Make up the most we need.
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© 2024, soulmary
There is a shadow projecting on the wall
Is that a reflection or just the film
My neighbour’s watching?
I hear that strange noise in the back yard
Shall I go and check the dog or do I hear
My neighbours throwing a party?
“Weird that you would care for shadows and sounds
When all you need is in this box.”
Hey, who’s speaking? What’s that wretched voice?
Come in the light and stop molesting
Or I’ll scratch you from existence with
This very finely sharpened pencil.
© 2024, soulmary
Well-done for a wishing well
That has no idea how to do things right.
If I am about to climb this height,
I will need to give instructions and to tell
The well how to listen and comprehend
Things that have to be brought to their dreamt-of end.
Why is a wishing well the go-to place for so many?
Is it that the place is charmed or its depth is thought unharmed?
Well-done, my well.
Now, you go and tell your precious Nell that
Time is up and fast as we might row
We can’t be sure of those seats we purchased on the front row.
© 2024, soulmary
Wow, wow, wow – the time when I could do my regular daily word count for NaNoWriMo and produce at least one poem for the November PAD chapbook have passed! I remember that in 2011 I did all that in spite of travelling every weekend for my latest Master program at university where I wrote in a notebook by hand, copying everything on my PC later. Then, in 2013, I had a full-time job and a very young child. Yet, I did all. While this year… I do mainly catching up. Fortunately, the three poetry prompts I skipped are related so I could pen down a single poem for the period. Love/anti-love, advice and frustration. Related, they are, aren’t they? Enjoy!
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Beginning with love
We stroll carelessly along that beautiful river
Which brings us all joy and splendour.
Elders will nag for days on end
Their boring advice about the risk of drowning,
The danger of getting our hearts and souls
Stolen by the splendid river pirates.
After love has left to play with a new cast of actors
And a stage which is a world apart from us,
We are left with the frustration
That grannies and aunties were right,
After all.
And there – the play ends in the bitter
Anti-love mood.
The river is just a muddy swamp
Which sank our youth
And beauty and dreams to its monstrous
Ugly bottom.
© 2024, soulmary
My mouth will stay shut
For the things I could shout
When seeing red are not the things
I’d want to remember myself saying.
My eyes will stray to the side
For the views which make me raise my brows
Won’t be looked away by the arrows I toss
And I won’t need to swallow
The shame of remembering it.
Ah, the nerves arrogant people have!
© 2024, soulmary
As I mentioned three days ago, I started NaNoWriMo this year. I plan to write a completely new novel. Well, I started off somewhat bareheaded. That is, I barely had any idea what to write about. This time, I didn’t want to write another coming-of-age novel featuring young teenage girls based on me and my friends from high school. I was thinking more to the direction of a grown-up heroine who will need to go on a quest of some sort and overcome old traumas. 
Every day I have been behind the word count necessary to make it on time. Because it’s still early in the month, I hope I will catch up before the end of this week. Today I got slightly stressed by the realisation that I have typed 3500 word out of the 6600 I needed. So, you see, halfway late.
The story itself started somewhere, then I found my main character actually lives in a shockingly different place. I’m afraid there will be some discrepancy or a sense of dissonance in the readers’ minds. Ah, well, what can I do? As we WriMo-ers know, the rule is “Write now, edit later.” I plan to stick to it. The difficult part is the need to start some action. I am hardly an action writer, so it takes me forever to write the action. At nearly 4900 words I am still getting ready to do it.
OK, this was the update for now. Come back later for more.
Creating funny animals with blue and pink balloons in
Order to display the celebration of
Renaissance or our
Recreation, we, indeed, are trying to
Escape the depth of mortality, or just
Suspend it for a while.
Pretending we are joyful increases
Our pain and then we
Need to disperse the
Darkness that stands for our lives’
End in order to prove the
Nether realm of reality actually
Corresponds with the brightness
Eternally beaming from our hearts.
© 2024, soulmary
Wearing this frightening costume
I try to chase my fears away
Yet, it attracts some more my way.
I don’t trust the fairies to help unveil
My deeply covered mystery.
And still, not willing to let go,
I plan to wear the costume some more.
© 2024, soulmary
