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

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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

New Year’s Awesome Photo – TTC poem

Yay, Happy New Year, everyone! May it be healthy and lucky for all, full of pleasant moments of affection and beauty of experience! So, here I am – poeming my very first verse of the year. I went through my WordPress Reader and picked the Three Things Challenge prompt #M927 – Actor, Able and Aft.

Here is what I coined:

Open my eyes
And I see
Outside is still winter
Albeit sunny and sweet
The able actor that I am
I stride powerfully to the ship’s aft
And pose for a fabulous
New Year’s picture –
A dreamer ruminating over the days past
And days to come.

© 2025, soulmary

Nov PAD – Day 12

Today’s poem is written for the second Two for Tuesday this month.

Better Now, or Worse Now

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

Nov PAD – Day 11

Lost

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.

Nov PAD – Day 10

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

Nov PAD – Day 9

Weird

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

Nov PAD – Day 8

Well

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

NovPAD – Days 5 to 7

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