Places Change (and Stretch)

Happy to say the Sunday Whirl has its 100th weekly prompt on! Thanks to Brenda and her dedication, we are able to enjoy this wonderful community, to write more poems and to enjoy even more 🙂

Here is the wordle:



Places change, they stretch and faint

in time when trains arrive to share

calls sombre, well-behaved,

and weird words.

They create and master our mood.

Out on the street we blindly brood –

a silent march


Where places change

to never die.

© 2013 Mariya Koleva

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader

15 thoughts on “Places Change (and Stretch)”

  1. Places change…and the change is often imperceptible.

    Like Jae Rose, I also appreciate the rhythm of this poem. There’s something about rhythm that pulls us along in a piece–like a train!

  2. Ah, Mariya.Your style is very distinctive and expressive. I find something in each piece that draws me to read more. Thanks for this..

  3. Dear Walt and Misky, thank you very much for your kind words! Although you haven’t read each other’s comments, they coincide amazingly 🙂

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