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 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
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


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
the X
which marks the spot.

Location: near.

©2014 soulmary


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

Red or Violet

April Poem-A-Day 19 – Colour in the title

Image by skatendavie
Image by skatendavie

Red or Violet

Yellow as the sun
has always been my fancy colour
Though they say
yellow flowers mean hate.

Yet, it’s always black
that I give in answer
to the age-old girlish question.

While in truth violet
and red, all types of red,
wake my smile
and my dream.

©2014 soulmary

Featured image: Violet by cblue
This is part of my April Poetry Month project. I know colouring the stanzas is childish, but the temptation was too strong.


April Poem-A-Day 18 – Weather

Image by YoachimHUN
Image by YoachimHUN

It’s raining over the marshes
and the fog won’t leave.
It has a point to make
and it will stay to see what we do
in return.

It’s snowing in the forest
and the temperatures dissocialize us from
the fairy-tale Christmas mood,
but are plain terrible biting frost.
It wants to see if we know where
to hide.

The dessert is suffering the sand storm
of a lifetime.
Miles to the horizon are hidden
behind the dusty curtain
which grinds my brain
and sprinkles its yellowness
over the imaginary wound
I am weeping over.

©2014, soulmary