Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
where I stash away my ramblings,
in dark corners (as I believe)
where I add some sweet, but mostly bitter
words that show my wonder at the sad world
and my wailing soul
(which wails for no obvious reason, my reason is stupefied)
Where are the sweet pieces?
My name translates as
“Sea of bitterness”
Written for a prompt site for which I haven’t written for a long time, the community of my friends Marie and Walt, Poetic Bloomings #210 – Whatchamacallit.
I know what it means, yet I couldn’t help slipping into my usual mood.
28 to Create, Day 20 – Apple of my eye
Apple of my eye
or a pear
no more illusions or expectations
I have no soft skills
and positively no hopes
Apple of my eye,
my precious, my only one
The one I need and crave to have
although it’s bitter as the analgin
I would take for each third headache.
Do I remember?
© 2014, soulmary
PS. Featured image: Kostas Panagakos at Deviant Art
These days, I’ve been thinking of not writing anymore. It’s true, other authors’ activity somewhat depresses me. They manage to write, share, submit, get published, get liked, etc. in such short terms. Success around makes me feel more insignificant than I actually am. From time to time someone would ask me what happened to my book/my poetry writing/my publishing plans and intentions. I mumble in response like an idiot. I don’t even know how I decided to check the prompt sites today.
Carry On Tuesday hit the mark with Midway in Life’s Journey – a topic so sad and bitter, that the following simply poured over the paper. No tears, just words. I have no power for tears anymore.
I don’t want to hear a word
of being midway in life’s journey
Trust to my left, rust to my right
Being awake all night
Mull over self-saddening confusions
Close the window to
warming my heart
warning my mind
worrying my soul.
I can’t really pre-order my days
Nor my nights, for that matter
Purring cat on my left
Dictionary on my right –
I guess, they matter.
© Mariya Koleva, 2012