Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
Brought to you by Mary K
Emotions Haunt Me
They never let me rest
They constantly obsess
my days
and they possess
all
possible control
and power
Haunting me like ghosts
hurling me from heaven high
to dusky lows.
Haunted and hunted
I belong to them
and they to me
Until one sets the other free
Whenever will that be?
© 2024, soulmary
Enter the protection mask!
Xerox it for cheaper use
Inside, I anticipate
Terrible futures, so many of them.
© Mariya K, 2020
For all struggles there’s a plan
bringing you where you want.
Not enough, though, not at all.
I’m still wanting the power
to keep up with the plan.
© Mariya K, 2020
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
Slowly, autumn fades.
The bare branches rattle –
no home for the birds.
© Mariya K, 2020
Yellow grace dancing
in swirling serenity
Slowly, autumn fades.
© Mariya K, 2020
Hateful and wishful to cut all links
to teasers and trolls;
Live-streaming to fear from the rat race
chasing the thunder;
Peaceful indulgence for cherry-pie loves
and all the accompanying college-girl spite
tires me out-of-the-worldly
bringing the cosmos together on this very plate just under my nose.
© Mariya K, 2020
Process notes: I suppose, with the month’s end coming, I get more tired of poeming seriously. So, this is just a playful word weaving.
Do you need
an explanation?
Can’t you see
it’s harvest?
Unknown and greedy it looks.
Quickly, the night train!
© Mariya K, 2020
Terrible beak, powerful claws
high wind whirling with the wing sway,
dinosaurs as ancestors.
Singing angelically in the palace golden cage,
a multicoloured bird – a dinosaur descendant,
kept and admired as a symbol of innocence.
Be it as cute as Tweety or as awe-inspiring as the eagle,
the dinosaur lineage is there, if we want to see it.
© Mariya K, 2020
Teleworking
you are free to tell all ugly truths to
those you dislike.
Yet, who cares
after half a year in isolation?
You’d better tell lies
if teleworking is what you need
to tell the truth.
© Mariya K, 2020
