Come With Me

Here is a new piece I wrote for a prompt at Carry On Tuesday, a site where I haven’t contributed for a long time. The other poems I have written after Keith’s prompts can be found here, here and here. Enjoy!
Carry On Tuesday #204
If you would like to read the original poem: Come With Me, I Said And No One Knew (VII) by Pablo Neruda, click here!


Come with me, I said,
as if to no one
The breeze alone would
whistle soft by me.

Come with me, I whispered
in detachment.
I’m going home, I thought
alone if that’s to be.

Alone, in that bright day
in sunny August
the afternoon of tall grass
and blue skies

That hushed wheat field endured
the hum of bumblebees and
orange tint of peace.

Come with me, as I stroll lonely
into a fairy tale
I saw through my closing lashes
before I let myself
into the heavy honey of
summer nap.

© 2013, Mariya Koleva

What is a friend? A what?

Carry On Tuesday #172 – What is a friend?


What is a friend?
A long-forgotten function
of someone who stands by you
and backs you up
expecting nothing 

No more stupidos to fill
that vacancy 

We stand alone. 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Miracles along the road

It’s almost the end of May. After several submissions, it’s time to sit down and write poetry again. Today’s piece comes as a take upon two very nice prompts:

Carry On Tuesday – That long and winding road

Sunday Whirl #58

That long and winding road I take
to see its wonders
back again

Along it, all perspective blurs

Chalk-covered alleys
Drenched with thirst
Rough blizzard scrapes
Them bare
Like a cat’s tongue
Scraping unaware.

I see the burnished flinty rock
Austere and abandoned to collapse
Alone along the long
And winding road.

I see cocoon –
Not brittle, brave
With life within
Not hesitant to scrape those barnacles
That stick to it
And suck its glory.

That long and winding road
I take
to see the rise and fall
of the awake.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Shadowy Triolet

Carry On Tuesday #149“I have a little shadow”, the opening line from R.L.Stevenson’s My Shadow. And do you remember what a Triolet is?


I have a little shadow
It goes around with me
It makes me feel too hollow
I have a little shadow
It shudders like a sparrow
longing to be free
I have a little shadow
It goes around with me.

©2012 Mariya Koleva

It was love at first sight… – Leaf Fall

Carry on Tuesday #126: the opening line from Catch 22 by Joseph Heller “It was love at first sight”


It was love at first sight
Handsome god here resides…
Until the second view revealed reality
Where dream was washed away
By all the dirty cups and ash-trays
By filled-up garbage bag and

That amazing rain outside
With leaf fall whirling fire on
And sweeping all I shun into oblivion.
That was love at first sight!

©2011 Mariya Koleva

Those were the days, my friend… – Carry On Tuesday

Carry On Tuesday #124 – A sweet line from an old and cute song, sang to a Russian tune (that was completely new piece of information for me). I remember the song so well, my mom and her best friend used to love that song, played it all the time and used to sing along and loud, though they did not know the English lyrics… Maybe the song used to have a Bulgarian lyrics-version… I do not remember that.


Those were the days

of wonder and despair

Those were our dreams

we somehow wasted there

Believing life

will crush our foes

and smile to us

Those were the days

of wonder, bliss and fuss.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

So little said, so much to hear!

Carry On Tuesday inspired by:

So little done, so much to do.
And never time to do
it all through.
And never time to stop and just gaze
in wonder, in fear,
or simply amazed.

So little said, so much to hear.
Maybe too much, too close
and maybe too clear.

Sweet words and sweet moments
wasted in wait
for the time yet to come,
which is always too late.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

Tomorrow is another day?

Carry On Tuesday suggested we borrow inspiration from the end of Gone With the Wind by M. Mitchell. I borrowed the words, too:

“After all, tomorrow
is another day.”
And if it fails to dawn
our present sorrow
will be swept away

All in all, in life
that’s what smarties say:
“You know that tomorrow
always finds the way.”

© 2011 Mariya Koleva


I saw it in the mirror…


I saw it in the mirror
I saw it in my face.
And then embraced oblivion
My heart, it stopped its race.

So many fallen years
Of chasing ghosts around
Just bringing wells of tears
And fingers clawing ground.

Believe the loss of laughter
So cutting to my heart;
The edge of brilliant carver
Slicing souls apart.

Then, ripped out of the sphere
In cold and decent grace,
I saw it in the mirror,
I saw it in my face.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva


Prompted by Carry On Tuesday.