Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
Brought to you by Mary K
Every nightmare has the essence of a dream
In a distant day and land
Beyond all we can see or touch.
Still curious about the rule, about the rhythm,
I listen carefully to what nightmares say.
They scream in silence,
as the sleeper will provide the noise.
They also speak abundantly,
but I don’t know a tad of their language.
© Mariya K, 2020
Our nightmares
speak very often
about that
distant day
beyond our eyes, hands and feet
where nightmares are dreams.
© Mariya K, 2020
Process Notes:
The prompt is to write a response poem. I chose to respond to an earlier prompt from this month: Dreams and/or Nightmares, which can be read here. I believe what I did was rather a continuation of my stream of thought than a direct response. But, you know, prompts are designed to help us write, and not restrict us.
Every nightmare is a dream in its essence.
Then, dreams may turn to nightmares, too.
I couldn’t sleep last night and wondered
what algorithm we employ to switch between the two.
What is it that will turn the tables
so unicorns would flash vampire fangs?
All forests can be dark and deadly,
yet, they’re often in our dreams.
All roses bloom to die
But do we choose our time of waking?
Where does the border lie?
© Mariya K, 2020
Here is the device I wish existed. I’m not sure if it is actually a technological one, but what else could it be? Any way I look at it, it will be a very useful device: Prompt for Day 12 of the November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge
*Dream-Catcher*
To catch my dreams
So I can see them
And remember
If I want to.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
September Heights #06 – Milky Way: Today I used two different approaches, as I can’t forget my once love of Sci-Fi and the dreams I used to have of spacetravel 🙂
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Stars staring downward
gliding off their ancient way
Night dance in whispers.
***
Dreams gaze up the skies
glide along the Milky Way
Space suits suit us fine.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Coming Home
To daddy
And see him leaning on the kitchen sink
Focused
Washing dishes
To see him arrange them neatly
On the drier rack
To see him
Look at me with that amazing love
I can’t help weeping for
Just coming there
In my every dream
And wonder, upon waking,
How can I be seeing him
Still there
And nowhere else?
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
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.
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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, shall we say again? We dream of China, end of August. Will it bring us joy, new thrills and sweet emotions? Will it be inspiration? Who knows? And who’s to tell…
