Category: #Poetry

Endless – Poetic Bloomings 530

The snowy days of frost and glitter seem endless albeit charming and pristine. This inspired this week’s prompt at Poetic Bloomings #530 – Endless. Of course, I could have followed a different path of interpreting the prompt word, but as winter has been really persevering in my neck of the woods, it sounded only natural to me to slide with the icy flow.

Like a line of cars on the motorway,
Similar to a string of beads made by a child,
are the days of winter – white as sparkling glitter
beautiful, yet somewhat slow.

All the glorious seasons crawl up to our welcome,
Then bore us with their routine lore,
So we wish them gone and over –
That endless chain of ice then bloom,
Of sizzle and then drizzle –
The never-ending chain of seasons in our home.

© 2025 soulmary

Sunday Whirl 695

Sunday is funday and time for poetry. Here is the Sunday Whirl pool of words and below is my offering.

Friends burn down all locks,
Echoes fade away with time.
Out there, voices show power.
The second we know brilliance as we see it,
Is the one we live for.

© 2025, soulmary

Amber Auntie Visiting

Obviously, today is a day for poetry. Here is a poem I wrote after two different prompt web sites, both strong favourites of mine. One prompt comes from Three Things Challenge #M977 – Aunt; Ash; Amber. The other was suggested this Wednesday at the Writers Digest poetic blog #731 – Home

voyage to winter
Image: Joe Maccer
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Each amber summer, my sweet and lovely aunt would visit
Oh, how we played and danced under random trees outside!
The beach was ours, too – not just the park.
Oh, how we hopped the waves – yelling, screaming, laughing!
The castles we built during the day;
The pastry she taught me to bake at dusk;
And all the cute stories and small gossip we shared…
Before the home we dwelt in, and all its memories,
And pictures with them, turned to ash
Which got sprinkled over a mystery field
Out of reach of anyone living.

© 2025, soulmary

Beast – RagTag Daily Prompt

So, winter is here again, blessing us with its icy frost and chilly bites, its sparkling whiteness and the yummy cracking sound under our feet. Who ever gets tired of beauty? Not a beast, for sure. Today, I’m sharing my offering for Friday’s prompt at the Ragtag Daily site – the #RDP  is Beast!

Beast

From paw to paw,
From muzzle to claw,
A beast is always ready
For encounters jolly
And a kingdom steady.

© 2025, soulmary

Sunday Whirl 690 – The Missing Wings Poem

Some time has passed since I wrote my latest poem. But, hey, yesterday’s Sunday Whirl #690 just didn’t allow me to pass silently by. With a great wordle provided by Brenda I simply couldn’t help it.

Missing wings hurt much,
as though some cartilage is latched fast
to limit movement, and with that – freedom.

A catastrophe, indeed,
albeit often do we feel as if
we play some part in a fairy tale
where enchantment turns to being doomed
to live and walk our time in gloom.

A bird will crave its sky-bound soar,
the loss will be a catalyst for
it to sing and chatter even more.
© 2025, soulmary

Knit – RDP Saturday

When I was a child, all grandmothers used to knit. We would receive sweaters, hats, socks and whatnot for each winter holiday. A rich variety of patterns and colours, knitted clothes were an invariable part of our lives. Looking at my granny and mom and admiring their dexterity and the beautiful outcome of the activity made me eager to learn to knit, as well. Of course, perfection is a difficult thing to achieve when one is not diligent enough, but I managed to make a top for my cuddling toy which it still wears, in fact. Ah, the beauty of childhood hobbies!

KNITTING
You take a ball of yarn,
Start learning the loops
Then practice them –
Beginning, ending, patterns,
Until you are absorbed in the
Unending thread lining your day,
Engrossing your thoughts
Like magic.
The bonus being a shawl
Or sweater that will hug you warm
While you dream looking at the snow,
Like magic.

© 2025, soulmary

Written for yesterday’s prompt at RagTag Daily

Shy – JusJoJan 9 2025

Yay! A new challenge to try my pen at! You can read all about it on this blog. Today’s prompt is Shy. Being one of those who were incessantly accused of that personal characteristics, I happen to know a thing or two about being labelled shy and being unable to prove the label wrong. Maybe, it was not wrong all the time, after all. I penned down two short pieces, the first one a shadorma and the second one an acrostic. Enjoy!

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When a child,
Always labelled shy;
Fought it back.

Shyness winks
At me in secret these days.
The world expects us.

**
Secretly admiring the loud and fabulous girls,
Hoping to brush against some of their splendour;
Years passed and she is still in the shadows.

© 2025, soulmary

The Ghost of New Returns – Sunday Whirl 688

So, here is the first Whirl for 2025, and I find the words really inspiring. And, so, I wrote this poem!

The Ghosts of New Returns
Like a morning without a yawn,
The steaming cup of coffee mirrors
My own gaze.
I start gathering random splinters
In my garden.
The path to the house is
Covered with stones, white and shining.
A crow croaks in the branches of the old rose bush –
The sound is a shadow of a ghost.
I am back again; this is home, and
I will stay.

© 2025, soulmary

On this link, you can check the wordle and also read some more great offerings – Sunday Whirl 688

TL;DR – SSDD – GOAT

Today is Sunday, so it’s time for Poetic Bloomings! Marie Elena and Walt have offered an amazing prompt: #523 – Acronyms. I wrote several poems. You will see that the first one not only has the acronym as a title, but is an acrostic as well. The other two only use the acronym as a title.

TL;DR
Trying to squeeze it all in a
Lame-looking sentence, all I wonder about is:
Did I do it
Right?

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SSDD – Same stuff, different day
Another year came,
Looking and feeling just like
The previous one.
At least on Day One.
Let’s wait and see whether
It brings new things on our dish,
Such as peace, or friendship
Or joy, if nothing else.

***
GOAT
So tempting – to point to one person
And name them the greatest.
So hard, all the same.
I try to remember the time I could easily do that.
While now… well, now, I constantly wonder
About details and methods to measure
Greatness
And align it with “Of All Time”
Somehow.

© 2025, soulmary

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A Fresh Start

And here is one more poem today. A Fresh Start one, written for yesterday’s Wednesday prompt on Robert’s blog at Writer’s Digest. Yeah, it’s sunny around here. It is great behind the window, but very cold once you go outside. So, I stay in and poem on. Cheers!

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Sunshine, snow and smiles –
Such brilliance softens the sadness
Of another year lived by.
Cold and the intention to fast
After the opulent feasts
Add to the vigour of
A fresh start for
Yet another turn
Around the splendid Sun.

© 2025, soulmary