Teleworking
you are free to tell all ugly truths to
those you dislike.
Yet, who cares
after half a year in isolation?
You’d better tell lies
if teleworking is what you need
to tell the truth.
© Mariya K, 2020
Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
Brought to you by Mary K
Teleworking
you are free to tell all ugly truths to
those you dislike.
Yet, who cares
after half a year in isolation?
You’d better tell lies
if teleworking is what you need
to tell the truth.
© Mariya K, 2020
Aim, then act.
Where are you?
Get ready and consider
Is anybody aiming
at you
on the other side?
© Mariya K, 2020
Closing my hands before my heart
Obliviating all that I know,
Neglecting signs and prophecies,
Facts, but also fiction,
Escaping beyond the realm of everydays,
Silently and
Smiling
I go
On, and I do
Not plan to stop.
© 2020, Mariya K
It appears seahorses
got their shape
for more successful feeding –
making it a stealthy hunter.
Moreover, they appear to be super killers,
namely due to that
flexing head-and-body shape.
To think I took them
for friendly, harmless and kind.
Now I see a stealthy hunter and a super killer
is hellenically divine.
© Mariya K, 2020
The nice thing about
mean values is that they
tend to have fans.
The mean thing about
being outwardly nice is that it’s
fake at heart
and breaks the heart.
© Mariya K, 2020
I know this ‘mean’ is not what the prompt did mean, but as Robert says this should be a ‘springboard’.
Our nightmares
speak very often
about that
distant day
beyond our eyes, hands and feet
where nightmares are dreams.
© Mariya K, 2020
Process Notes:
The prompt is to write a response poem. I chose to respond to an earlier prompt from this month: Dreams and/or Nightmares, which can be read here. I believe what I did was rather a continuation of my stream of thought than a direct response. But, you know, prompts are designed to help us write, and not restrict us.
Joy will lead the way
to where you’re the best.
Your passion will do the rest
Your passion will not rest
until you’re the best.
Joy will lighten up your way.
© Mariya K, 2020
When I first saw Star Wars
not able to follow the talk
just able to feel the tale
I remember it shatter and build
my child world
unknowingly to me.
© Mariya K, 2020
Running out of luck can make nice poetry
Running towards it can make a nice story
Running and nice
Free and breezy
Riding away to the next town
And singing, always singing.
© Mariya K, 2020
The two of us look
in one direction all the
seasons, all the times.
The two of us bring
laughter to any story
bathing in the smiles.
The two of us dance
in various funny moves.
All is possible,
Because the right two
will equal infinity
the two of us are.
© Mariya K, 2020