Day 11 – Nature Is Forever

Day 11 of April PAD – a Nature poem

Is this the rain I am hearing?
Are these the sun rays cutting through the air?
Believing or hoping,
Expecting or letting go –
All these are part of our endless circle,
The truth and the delusions
Which we wade into while walking
Sliding, trudging or simply trying
To reach the dream on the mountain top
Our heart’s desire
Where we’ll rest and get inspired for the
Difficult climb down
Which proves harder than the aspired achievement
We’ve just accomplished.
Wow! If it isn’t so much to process!
Just let me take a short breath and rest.

© 2025, soulmary

Day 8 – Love Is Endless

NaPoWriMo Day 8
Two for Tuesday – Love poem/Anti-love poem. As usual, I choose a love poem.

Love Is Endless
Seeing us look in the same direction
As in the days of our youth,
Eyes more tired now, lips less plump,
I still see the boy who magicked my heart
And who made me believe we are
The rulers of this world.

Hearing us share the same jokes and laugh
At those same old places, exclamations all the same,
I still hear the ring of your voice that cajoled me to peace
And eternal belief that life is good and love is endless.

© 2025, soulmary

Memories and Monostich – Day 11 of April PAD

Memories often bump in me
like balls sliding on fast tracks
or toys hurled by toddlers.

Sometimes they bounce off happily
causing smiles and leaving me bright.

Some, though, stick – thick and heavy,
reluctant to move on,
simply clinging to me
as cannonballs in damp clay.

They give me goosebumps,
or visions of dark.
The love of darkness
is overwhelming.

***
Belittling bad memories has never brought about the joy we hoped it would.

©2024, soulmary

Note: Both pieces are on the topic given by Writer’s Digest Prompt for the day – Memory. The second one is a Monostich after NaPoWriMo.net prompt for the day.

Luck – Day 7 of the April PAD

Good luck you wish for.
Bad luck you wish away.
Pot luck is what you get
when others cook their way.

Is there anything we can trust about luck?
Or control about pots?
Can we stand and watch from the side,
silently acknowlegding whatever’s served?

I wish I could simply eat the pot away,
not nagging for hours every day.
Still, we don’t control our luck –
it just comes and tends to stay.

©2024, soulmary

A Sweet Mistake

A huge mistake – I caught the wrong bus
Then I hopped off at an unfamiliar stop
No coins for the pay phone,
No map to find my way home,
and no time to stroll around the hood.

There you stood,
almost unreal,
smiling, ethereal.

Then you ran to my rescue,
we ran together.
The picture changed in a blink –
the hallway walls were mirrors
that made the place shift,
I lost my balance, nearly fell.

Swaying with the music, you were
still so unreal and still all smiles.
The fourth realm of life, you said,
is where you are.

No more do I remember
until this moment.
Your smile remained with me
to enjoy every moment in every realm
of life.

© 2024, soulmary

Note: My regular prompt site, Poetic Asides asks for a Mistake Poem. Then, the NaPoWriMo site has an interesting prompt again: – this is the topic I choose for a title. Above, you see what it all turned to.

Reminiscent, April PAD, Day 1

Reminiscent, a Shadorma
Years ago
Faith was everything
Not so now
Calculate
Your benefits from belief
And decide.

©2017, Mariya Koleva

Tell It to the Hand

April Poem-A-Day 24 – Tell it to the Hand

Image credit: LimpidD
Image credit: LimpidD

Talk to the hand, my friend
and tell it stories long forgotten
tales that only you remember
not for long

Tell your story
to the hand again

The story will be different
every time you stop to take
a breath

The hand will listen patiently
It will.

©2014, soulmary

Location

April Poem-A-Day 23 – Location

Image by Rahmatozz
Image by Rahmatozz

Location: Fear
a thousand-eyed reality
existing in a parallel universe
denying the very probability
of its own being.

Location: within my heart
close to me
deep in my thoughts
denying light and joy,
a whirlwind of ungentle
moves
concealing
the X
which marks the spot.

Location: near.

©2014 soulmary

Pessimistic

April Poem-A-Day 22

Image by Naked in the Rain
Image by Naked in the Rain

A sheet of paper
tightly-scribbled with notes;
All over it
is music
until the moment
you use it to kindle your fire.

©2014, soulmary

Back to Basics

April Poem-A-Day 21 – Back to Basics

Image by Anotheroutsider
Image by Anotheroutsider

Back to basics
when two and two made four
without too much complication
or small print
outside printable area;

when no one signed contracts
over the phone
to learn a week later
that their ‘Yes, mail me the offer.’
was interpreted as a ‘Yes.’ only;

Back to the time
when the streets were empty of cars
and mainly served as the topic
of romantic city poems.

©2014, soulmary