Aim, then act.
Where are you?
Get ready and consider
Is anybody aiming
at you
on the other side?
© Mariya K, 2020
Tag: 30 days 30 poems
Nice-Mean – Day 17, November PAD
The nice thing about
mean values is that they
tend to have fans.
The mean thing about
being outwardly nice is that it’s
fake at heart
and breaks the heart.
© Mariya K, 2020
I know this ‘mean’ is not what the prompt did mean, but as Robert says this should be a ‘springboard’.
Response to Nightmares – Day 16, November PAD
Our nightmares
speak very often
about that
distant day
beyond our eyes, hands and feet
where nightmares are dreams.
© Mariya K, 2020
Process Notes:
The prompt is to write a response poem. I chose to respond to an earlier prompt from this month: Dreams and/or Nightmares, which can be read here. I believe what I did was rather a continuation of my stream of thought than a direct response. But, you know, prompts are designed to help us write, and not restrict us.
Luck – Day 13, November PAD
Running out of luck can make nice poetry
Running towards it can make a nice story
Running and nice
Free and breezy
Riding away to the next town
And singing, always singing.
© Mariya K, 2020
The 2 of Us – Day 12, November PAD
The two of us look
in one direction all the
seasons, all the times.
The two of us bring
laughter to any story
bathing in the smiles.
The two of us dance
in various funny moves.
All is possible,
Because the right two
will equal infinity
the two of us are.
© Mariya K, 2020
Colour – Day 11, November PAD
Blue as the blouse I would wear at school
is the sky today.
Grey as my favourite sweater
it was before.
The morning is full of green sparks bringing joy
As is the evening of brown heavy fog.
I fear the envy of all who can’t see
the colourful bliss of the everyday rut.
© Mariya K, 2020
Our Quiet Autumns – Day 9, November PAD
Our quiet autumns – before we were a family of three,
while we were still accountable for only you and me,
and nights and days were ours to divide in moments
of soft or strong, friends or opponents,
Are just a pile of photographs – arranged in albums
and poems in my chapbooks – all tagged with keywords.
Our quiet autumns with warming yellow leaves
through which we shuffled feet so carefree.
© Mariya K, 2020
Cat – Day 8, November PAD
When I meow, they hardly hear, it seems.
I think they do, yet pretend to be busy otherwise.
What else can be important?
I’m their pet, I have needs
which they have to meet.
Meowing, rubbing my side against them,
not always yields results.
Why they hardly buy the best in stock,
defies my feline mind.
My dumb old humans mumble something
about their complex lives.
Jobs and kids … such nonsense –
I’m their pet, I have needs.
© Mariya K, 2020
This Time – Day 7, November PAD
This time it’s time to wipe tears away
This time is tumultuous, and no one knows why.
Tons of wild speeches won’t show us the way.
Mimicry serves well those who have style.
Open your eyes and close the door tightly.
Curtains will follow you subtly.
Hit the “Play” button and listen with care –
this time around no one is there.
© Mariya K, 2020
In Media Res, Day 6 November PAD
But while I was sitting there
and chewing peacefully away,
a head popped in the room and stared,
“Can you offer me a stay?”
“Hah,” said I, my eyes were flashing
as Sabrina was foul demons bashing
and free trial was nearly over,
yet I mumbled, “Come on over.”
“Just keep silent,” my mind screamed,
as my suitcased guest live-streamed,
tiptoeing between me and the screen,
pausing there, “I hate to intervene.”
No doubt, I’ll have to buy a full-fee month
and lock the house, pull all blinds down,
then post an ad in the local paper,
“She’s fine. Don’t try to save her.”
© Mariya K, 2020