Brought to you by Mary K
a crossroads poem
X Marks the Spot
This shallow river will lead you nowhere
But to its next bend meandering above
The stillness of the mountain
And beyond an intersection all-forgotten
Into a hollow holding hordes
of hidden gold.
That empty road is never-ending
It winds besides the greenery of scenes so calm
And crossing over the bridge of desolation
Into the hollow holding hordes
of hidden gold.
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a question and answer poem
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Why Are You So Perfect?
Your hands are so beautifully shaped;
Your legs – so strikingly great;
Your lips in a magnificent curl;
Your eyes – sunrise to the world.
Why are you so perfect for me?
My imperfections fit your infinity.
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a “forget what they say” poem
*****
forget what they say about atheists,
we live just as long as believers in gods;
forget what they say about blondes
being the sexiest, ever so bright,
brunettes rock the world
and all things sweet that happen at night;
forget all you have heard
and all I just said;
I’m just following hot picks
and teasing your head.
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a love poem
*****
In all things done and then undone
I’ve walked, and looked and waited, too
In truth believed, then un-believed,
For I was seeing and un-seeing you.
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“How long will you love me?” they often ask,
“You always say that Love is forever.”
“Love IS forever,” my answer is clever,
“Its objects, however, won’t last.”
a slow down/never slow down poem
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Take your time and save
your breath will thank you for this
relaxed ambition
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an agreement poem
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When I’m about to wake up, my fluffy kitten comes
Hops on my bed, turns on her purring;
Coils at my feet, then quickly moves,
And coils in opposite direction.
She comes before my waking
To secretly caress me,
For fear not to spoil me.
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Beyond the roaring realms of sanity
A lesser god will rise to meet his fate
And trade conveniently with humanity
Most valued goods of flesh for pearls of faith.
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a pro- poem
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Pro-Pasta
They say, “Pasta’s bad for your health”
I say, “Pasta’s great for my mood”
They go, “Pasta ruins your diet”
“But then I am nice and quiet”
Eating T-bones and steaks is barbarity,
Civilised pasta and bread is calamity.
So, is health what we crave, or felicity?
Is truth more important than integrity?
a “looking for —” poem.
Looking for forgiveness
When you’re at the end of the road
It’s somewhat late for forgiveness
You don’t give it up,
For you can’t give it up.
What more can you hope for –
But the final remnants of you
To get cleaned
And stupefied
By the illusion that forgiveness really IS.
The total shows 14202 words in all.
That’s what I’m very happy about. What worries me is that my plot is not going well. My characters are supposed to ACT, but all they do is TALK. They tarry too much and never seem to be ready for action. So far I have covered one week of their life and maybe until now I had to reach at least one third of my planned time-span for the whole novel.
The other worry I have is that even though I tend to write much better in English, than I do in Bulgarian, somehow this time English evades me. Witty lines come to me in Bulgarian and I have trouble fitting them in the English text. Translating would be absurd right now, as all have to fret about is growing the wordcount.
Anyway, I learn a lot as I go. Even before starting I learned how important it was to invent your set of characters and to sketch some of the plot ahead.
as to the result, we’ll see.
Week One is a total success!