Thoughts about Poetic Images

Walking quietly, entirely outside that wretched path,
I see some jelly vitamins – they’re made for children,
filling up a quirky bottle – all safe for use, and eco-friendly,
but looking tired.

Just like my words – so ordinary, inspite of their agonising still attempt
at awesomeness.

Which one is needed? The jello bears or this verse?
Who cares.
(c) 2018 MK

I read this post in the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and it made me feel awkward. It said some pretty interesting things that I have probably been thinking over time, yet I never got to actually phrasing them. But let me start from the beginning.
The post said that poetic imagery is an essential part of poetry, and ordinary sentences broken into little lines don’t make real poems. You know the kind I often write. Here is an example, maybe not the best fitting, but I think it suits its purpose:

“Closing eyes will see the route
Scattered views will toss your mind
Closer than before.”

The post also gave an example like that, followed by a couple of good examples of free verse or prose poetry.
And here’s my take: I’ve often felt that a group of sentences like the above are not real poetry, but just sayings to which I give passion through the rhythm. Those usually get a lot of acclaim, they become popular and draw flattering comments. Such reactions would make me feel awkward, because I realised all the time that those poems were not poetic at all. And now, the post is here, the statement is here, and so is the sentence: my poems are not poems.


Burning while
battling up the wind.
Often stop.
Breathing while
sliding down each failing step.
Re-living the top.

(c) 2018, MK

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads of 08 February 2018 – Staircase. I wrote a shadorma for this prompt.

We, in a Devastated Land

Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice, or We, in a Devastated Land

Although festive,
our fire is still consuming.
Although cold,
the ice on the winter ground will melt.
What will be left of us,
in this devastated land
where emptiness wears us down?

(c) Mariya K, 2017

This was written after the prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, for December 16, 2017

Spiritually Loaded Bracelets and White Wine

This is my first ever participation in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads prompts. A lot of my friends poets are there and have been poeming to their prompts for a long time. I have just boarded. Today, it’s the IGWRT Weeken Mini Challenge, Write a pome inspired from going out.

Write some poets while you dine out
Image taken from the prompt site

Having filled myself up with green salad,
a.k.a. lettuce,
not to mention the white wine
I drank profusely,
I went on to enquire after the spiritual
jewelry you make,
hoping it could be a good business
to profit us all.

After the green salad
and the olives,
on top of the white wine
and my earlier promise to go on
regular exercising
next week,

the talk of “spiritually
loaded” bracelets,
which could help one to prosperity
on a small degree, even,
without any exercise,
refreshed my spirits.

Spirits are easily refreshed by spirits.
(Remember the white wine
I mentioned before.)

© 2015, forestlove
Prompted, inspired and shared at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads‘ Weekend Mini Challenge

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