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
Agreed… Change is a crucial part of survival…
I love the rhythm of this…like moving on regardless..and with strength..
Thank you, Jae!
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!
Lovely and encouraging words, MMT, thank you for appreciating this poem!
Hi, Mariya- Lovely wordle here. Change can be positive…
Hey, Laurie, thanks for your support 🙂
The changes can change us, too. Nice work. Thanks for joining in for number 100!
Hi, Brenda, and thanks again for hosting the Sunday Whirl!
Ah, Mariya.Your style is very distinctive and expressive. I find something in each piece that draws me to read more. Thanks for this..
You are such a tidy, and easy to read poet! I love your work, M. xx
Dear Walt and Misky, thank you very much for your kind words! Although you haven’t read each other’s comments, they coincide amazingly 🙂
I really like the last line. Everything does change and change means life.
Well done wordle.
Thank you, Sabra!