Home-coming to the Bloom

Today, one of my favourite prompt sites published an interesting topic. You can read more in the process notes below my attempt at a poem. In fact, the notes are the comment I left on Marie Elena and Wolt’s site.

The long road wound to a stop into this garden
Where the fairy house still stands.

I can see white curtains in the windows,
smoke rolls playful from the chimney,
Sage drying under the eaves.

A place to see and to believe.

To think I had been away for what feels like forever, and I come to one of my favourite poetry communities in this particular moment! I remember when it started, in the spring of 2011. Marie Elena and Wolt were already in creative cooperation on Across Lake Eerie (forgive me if I mistake the title), and this space appeared on those creative grounds. I was in a particularly sunny place in my life and universe back then. I “poem-ed” happily away, day in day out. Recently, I woke up to the idea I should come back. My problem is I haven’t used English for a long time, and haven’t written any poems, in whatever language, so I step on shaky feet towards embracing this idea.

When I visited the website a couple of days ago and saw you still post regular prompts, I felt warmth, almost like coming home from a hostile and tiresome journey. Now, that I read the opening sentence of this post, well, honestly, I’m not sure what to say.
So, I’ll say Hi and happy to see you, Marie Elena and Wolt. I hope you remember me ?

And so that you can enjoy the wonderful work the two of them have been doing for over a decade, please visit their blog. The experience will be enriching, inspiring and lovely.

Exit – Day 30, November PAD

Enter the protection mask!
Xerox it for cheaper use
Inside, I anticipate
Terrible futures, so many of them.

© Mariya K, 2020


Wanting the Power to Keep Up – Day 29, November PAD

For all struggles there’s a plan
bringing you where you want.

Not enough, though, not at all.
I’m still wanting the power
to keep up with the plan.

© Mariya K, 2020

Remix of Nightmares – Day 28, November PAD

Every nightmare has the essence of a dream
In a distant day and land
Beyond all we can see or touch.

Still curious about the rule, about the rhythm,
I listen carefully to what nightmares say.

They scream in silence,
as the sleeper will provide the noise.

They also speak abundantly,
but I don’t know a tad of their language.

© Mariya K, 2020

What’s Next – Day 27, November PAD

Slowly, autumn fades.
The bare branches rattle –
no home for the birds.

© Mariya K, 2020

Thankful – Day 26, November PAD

Yellow grace dancing
in swirling serenity
Slowly, autumn fades.

© Mariya K, 2020

Exaggerated – Day 25, November Poem-A-Day

Hateful and wishful to cut all links
to teasers and trolls;

Live-streaming to fear from the rat race
chasing the thunder;

Peaceful indulgence for cherry-pie loves
and all the accompanying college-girl spite
tires me out-of-the-worldly
bringing the cosmos together on this very plate just under my nose.

© Mariya K, 2020

Process notes: I suppose, with the month’s end coming, I get more tired of poeming seriously. So, this is just a playful word weaving.

Letter 24 (X) – Day 24, November PAD

X marks the spot
of all things of interest, and of the anti-vote

It also starts some beguiling words
of foreign origin amusing our minds

Shockingly pronounced
Easily forgotten

No wonder X marks the spot of interest and of emptiness.

© Mariya K, 2020

Explanation – Day 23, November PAD

Do you need
an explanation?
Can’t you see

it’s harvest?
Unknown and greedy it looks.

Quickly, the night train!

© Mariya K, 2020

Birds – Day 22, November PAD

Terrible beak, powerful claws
high wind whirling with the wing sway,
dinosaurs as ancestors.

Singing angelically in the palace golden cage,
a multicoloured bird – a dinosaur descendant,
kept and admired as a symbol of innocence.

Be it as cute as Tweety or as awe-inspiring as the eagle,
the dinosaur lineage is there, if we want to see it.

© Mariya K, 2020

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