Category Archives: #Poetry

Target – Day 20, November PAD

Aim, then act.
Where are you?

Get ready and consider

Is anybody aiming
at you
on the other side?

© Mariya K, 2020

Confession – Day 19, November PAD

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

Seahorse – Day 18, November PAD

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

Nice-Mean – Day 17, November PAD

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’.

Response to Nightmares – Day 16, November PAD

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.

Meaning of Persistence – Day 15, November PAD

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 – Day 14, November PAD

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

Luck – Day 13, November PAD

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 2 of Us – Day 12, November PAD

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

Colour – Day 11, November PAD

Blue as the blouse I would wear at school
is the sky today.
Grey as my favourite sweater
it was before.

The morning is full of green sparks bringing joy
As is the evening of brown heavy fog.

I fear the envy of all who can’t see
the colourful bliss of the everyday rut.

© Mariya K, 2020