The month of February is nearly over. It was very fast, indeed, though much happened in it. Now that I look back, I see that I’m very pleased with how things went. All with celebrations, sick leaves, working schedules and creativity went fine, more than simply OK. Day 25 was Tuesday, so the prompt was of the #TwoForTuesday type. Here is one of the last poems I’ve written for the 28 to Create project: Day 25 – Ambition and Despair
*** Striving upwards to skies curtained with hesitation, embroidered in clouds so pink they are disgusting.
I am sick of desire to be perfect. I am petrified by the chance to end up in the gutter.
That chance is grand. Despair is stalking me as I am staring at it – sick and tired of reality, striving upwards.
Can I escape dark lands and the mire of desolation, to roam off distant shores?
*** Like an ocean spilling itself all over my fragile frame not remembering, nor bothering to do so.
Just pouring out all over the past, the essence and the flicker that will go out in dimness, when desire is dead, instead of going out in roaring flame of falsified fancy stumbling in the asphalt road.
Like an ocean – smooth and mellow, blinding me with its salt water, bellowing at my deafness, catching my eagerness to take a rest and tormenting it as fake or irrelevant.
Like an ocean – bury me in your abyss, deep, away from people’s eyes and memories; Deafen their yells of gossiping sympathy, of curiosity ill-fitted.
I want to sleep and let go. The water glides along my cold silky fingers Let go of me, my cool ocean.
November Poem-A-Day Challenge, Day 08 – Inanimate Object Poem
*** Cuddle your cute teddy-bear Never mind he’ll suck on your blood Cuddling him, you feel not how life flows away from you and dreams come through – they infiltrate, soak in you, keeping you breathing, but not really alive.
Cuddle your cute nightmare to see your blood float out of your soul Bodies matter not, yet we cling madly to them. All the death in the world cannot take you, if your time has not chimed.
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.