NovPAD – Days 5 to 7

Wow, wow, wow – the time when I could do my regular daily word count for NaNoWriMo and produce at least one poem for the November PAD chapbook have passed! I remember that in 2011 I did all that in spite of travelling every weekend for my latest Master program at university where I wrote in a notebook by hand, copying everything on my PC later. Then, in 2013, I had a full-time job and a very young child. Yet, I did all. While this year… I do mainly catching up. Fortunately, the three poetry prompts I skipped are related so I could pen down a single poem for the period. Love/anti-love, advice and frustration. Related, they are, aren’t they? Enjoy!

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Beginning with love
We stroll carelessly along that beautiful river
Which brings us all joy and splendour.

Elders will nag for days on end
Their boring advice about the risk of drowning,
The danger of getting our hearts and souls
Stolen by the splendid river pirates.

After love has left to play with a new cast of actors
And a stage which is a world apart from us,
We are left with the frustration
That grannies and aunties were right,
After all.

And there – the play ends in the bitter
Anti-love mood.
The river is just a muddy swamp
Which sank our youth
And beauty and dreams to its monstrous
Ugly bottom.

© 2024, soulmary

Floods

Some more summertime poetry I wrote on notes and retrieved much later. There were many floods last summer, lives were lost and people remained homeless and poorer than before.

Floods in urban landscape
Image by Amartia

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The Floods Around These Parts
Plumbing towards correction
Crawling before the heart
of silence and dead impunity
Plumbing without awareness
Beyond the forest license
and thumping hearts.

©2014, MK

Melodrama

Process notes? Not really. Who can say what it means, or what caused this? I can’t. Just read. Enjoy. I hope you can.

Melodrama is harder than death
Image by eltonfernandes

Melodrama

Death is not easy
Unlike melodrama
Silence is heavier
than hot teardrops.

©MK, 2014

Note about the image. I really like it. I often use images by artists on the Deviant Art to accompany my poems. I can only hope the words do them credit.

Solitude

Summer is a difficult season for poetry, in my experience. I write just scanty notes, scribble them here and there, because I hate to see the computer and there’s no time to sit at it for hours. So, in September, I suddenly remember those notes existed and start sorting.

deadly solitude
Image by uzume666777333

Here is a haiku that I obviously wrote in mid-August.

Solitude
When you are trying
To catch yout own breathing
and arrest your heartbeat.
(c) 2014 MK

Sinking, not singing

sinking
Image by Draken413o

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Sinking instead of floating
Growling instead of singing

But when I look in the window glass,
the outside hides its grass.

Blinking instead of goggling
Crawling instead of prancing
But when I open my shabby purse,
the inside chills my pulse.
© MK