Tag: 28 to create

Fireflies

Today, my poetic walk into the wild and desolate continues. I made it my personal mission to make a nice bleakness collection that will contain at least 15 acceptable despondency poems. February is just the month for despondency.
And now, 28 to Create, Day 6 – Fireflies

Image by: kina at DeviantArt
Image by: kina at DeviantArt

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Fireflies flash in and out
of my sight,
get lost past black shrubs.

I try to follow their path.
Eyes not blinking –
On and off, on and off.

I don’t move a foot,
or a finger.
Lips slightly parted,
I am not thinking.

The sudden flashes turn black
against the fiery night now surrounding me.
They blind me
even though I’m not looking.

Tiny burnt holes
in the drapery of my world.

© 2014, soulmary

Hunted

28 to Create, Day 5 – Hunted
The shortest month, February, the coldest one, as well, rolls on in frost and bleakness. Here is my fifth contribution to the 28 to Create project: the prompt today is ‘Hunted’.

Image: canis albus
Image: Canis Albus

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Hunger steps where I step
following me all too close
I can smell its rotten breath
taken every other minute.

Hunger waits for me to slump
down
on the mountain path,
far
from any help around
so it would feed on me.

I cannot run
away or any faster
I have no power to escape
a skillful hunter in his very realm.

© 2014, soulmary

Image by: Canis Albus at DeviantArt

Far

As Britany is a fellow-poet with Poetic Asides, she keeps in their tradition of Two for Tuesday’s. I decided to use both, as they are inseparable.

28 to Create, Day 4 – Near/Far

Image by: helius_kun
Image by: helius_kun

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So far away
is desire
So near –
despair
I can’t help but
pair
those two.

Inalienable
like the pursuit of happiness.

Infinity is mingled in a knot
lurking on the bottom of my ocean
biding its hour

Not far from this moment
not too remote from
this rocking boat.

When has misery shied from its beloved?

©2014, soulmary

Breathless

Without a further ado, here is my ‘breathing/breathless’ poem for today.

28 to Create – Day 3, Breathing/Breathless

Image credity: barnaulsky_zeek
Image credity: barnaulsky_zeek

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Trapped within the dampness of my deep slumber
I stumble breathless, fighting to break out.

Until I find all my self is filled with humid clutter
which has no oxygen in it
which is pure poison

Why can’t I walk tall and free
Is it so hard to learn and breathe

©2014, soulmary

I Know

Earlier today I took time to read through what I’ve managed to create last February and was actually impressed. Some of the pieces were rather nice, irrespective of the fact that my memory over that month said just the opposite. You may check the Blogger blog created on the event and see action unrolling there, too. Click to read introductions of the people who participate, for example. I know, too much clicking and blogreading is no good at the end, for all that is just another method of procrastination. That’s why I prefer to stick to their Tumblr profile.

Day 2 prompt is I Know, and I know that poetry is my thing. So, here it is.

Image by: Cherished Memories on DeviantArt
Image by: Cherished Memories on DeviantArt

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I know that knowing less
invigorates me,
lending me a driving force
to wade through mystery,
unlock the window
where blinds’d been fixed
I know not how.

I know that being blind and deaf
to memories
can give me peace.

Not knowing all can save
or bury me.

©2014, soulmary

Daybreak

This year, I will again participate in the 28 to Create creative prompt series, edition 2014. A friend from Poetic Asides, whom I met on Tumblr and a friend of hers made that up. Last year, I managed to go till Day 12. Then I stopped. During the 12 days of creativity, I wrote some poems, short or flash stories and took a picture or two. This time I’ll stick to poetry pure. That’s what I’m best at.

Image credit: 28 to Create
Image credit: 28 to Create

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Use next daybreak
to rid of all heartbreak
that broke us into farewell.

Let’s take a break
from all that ruined our nights
for months on end.

Shake off the thrills of lust and fear.
Let’s bristle, ready for new sunshine.

It’s daybreak once more.

©2014, soulmary