Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
Brought to you by Mary K
A pinch of love
In your daily broth
Will change its taste forever.
Take that pinch instead of salt.
A wisp of love
In the evening breeze
Can lead you to a different route.
Embrace that sailing wisp.
A speck of love
In your eye
Can shift your vision forever.
Or until you take it out.
©2017, MK
Am Writing, Your Eyes
To my loving husband, E.
Am writing about the light in your eyes
which I know of
but rarely do take the time
to stop and stare at,
to sweetly think of.
Am writing about the
gross embarrassment I trudge through
whenever I come back to all
I miss because of all that misses me.
© 2015 Mariya Koleva
This being just about the perfect summer, here is a new poem I just came upon in my mind:
Memory
I would like to remember you
And I
In the garden bower
Next to the dying barbecue
Staring at the cloudy sky
Starless and silent
Staring back at
You and me
Young, believing and
In love.
© 2014, MK
It is that time again and I post a Love poem. Below my fresh piece, you will find links to other love-themed ones.
April Poem-A-Day 15 – Love Poem
Love,
I’ve found you
and I grabbed
and held you tight.
To never let you go.
©2014 Mariya Koleva
Here are some other Love poems I have written: a wordle, a November PAD Poem from nearly four years ago, another poem written for the same challenge, and a Talk-back-to-a-dead-poet one written for November PAD 2012 where I talk back to E.A. Poe.
Back to inspiration:
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Jabberwocky –
The Mad Hatter’s fire
for fair Alice
who would crawl back up
to the wedding party
of mediocrity,
herself an adult.
No White Rabbit anymore.
© 2013, soulmary
Day 17 – the prompt comes from our amazing Maxie Steer: How to_
How to say I’m sorry
biting my lips, blinking sleepless eyes
they itch and sting with fear and foreboding;
twitches in my chest, mad butterflies
fluttering their crazy “hello’s”
in my veins,
with gritting teeth, and swooning heart
the shake in my knees
that I feel every time
I see I have to confess
All those are
small pebbles
compared to the huge abyss
I see
in my feet, I can’t cross the crevice
running in my mind
and see the dumb perspective,
the loony alphabet of misery,
explaining all the reasons why
this heart won’t run on water.
I love this pink champagne
and the bubbles
going on and off,
not saying “sorry”, or “forgive me”
Pink champagne is my excuse
to find a better use
to poetry
than writing manuals on
How to say “I’m sorry.”
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Day 16 of the November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Use yesterday’s poem’ last line as your first today 🙂 I’m so lucky that my yesterday’s last is so awesome!
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Thrilled by you
Never let me be
Otherwise
© soulmary
Write a poem that talks back to a dead poet. That is the prompt Daniel Ari suggested for Day 8 of the November Poem-A-Day Chapbook project. The first poet who came to my mind was Edgar Allan Poe, of course. Why of course? I’m not sure. Maybe because he is one of my most favorite poets, maybe because he was Capricorn, or because he was prone to depression and despair… just like me. Hopefully, I’m not to meet such an awful end as him. I can only hope that, because some 18 months ago a translator and poet acquaintance of mine met just that same kind of end. The gruesome thing is that I translated some of her poetry in English and one of the poems started just like a description of the place she was found. I think of that all to often. … Uhm, let’s go to the poem, though.
“We loved with a love that was more than love” – Edgar Allan Poe
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How would one know the quantity and quality of love?
Where do we find a definition
Proportioning and specifying what is much,
What – many more,
Or less, and bigger?
Can we measure love
By the life we live with it?
Why we suffer love when life is lost?
Can love be single,
And still matter
More?
© soulmary
— For the full poem Annabel Lee by E.A. Poe click here
Writing a Circular poem for today, Day 7 of the November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge means we have to either write about something circular, or in a circular form, or whatever we prefer to associate “circular” with. This is a great prompt and I enjoyed it very much.
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Whenever I reach back
To remember you and me,
Hand in hand, strolling in the park
I have to turn my gaze and see
My little one
Remind me of myself,
Hand in hand with Daddy.
Her lovely chestnut curls,
Her shiny eyes like olives,
Her tiny hand in grip of mine,
Her slender body curled asleep
Just next to me,
Remind me of myself
and you, Dad.
The circle is complete.
© soulmary
NaPoWriMo, Day 25
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Do the wheels of the bus
Roll round and round?
Are you trying to remind me
of those wheels
featuring
in that sweet short rhyme?
Are those wheels
the ones of my fortune
rolling endlessly ahead
never stopping their roll
their run
their smooth and gliding forward
Move
and leave behind
all that chance
has witnessed overboard?
Do I understand
Those wheels
Resemble
The path my scribbling wisdom took?
The tipsy driver
Gets them zig-zag
Through the mist
Of love and moons.
Ah, insatiable you…
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
