Tag Archives: Poetic Asides

appearance

Appearance – Day 1 of November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Nov PAD 2013 started. Indeed, it did! Check it out, participate.

Day 1 – Appearances

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A four-year-old is more demanding
than a baby,
although it appears otherwise.

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appearance

Image by: popoks

You appeared
along with a host of annexes
Among those were beauty,
caress, and care.
My anger subsided,
it appears,
along with your appearance.

***
Strange that we should judge
by appearance mainly,
instead of otherwise.

Not too strange,
considering human nature.
its main folly – laziness.

© 2013, forestlove

coffe in the morning

If You…

Poetic Asides, Wednesday prompt #240 – If You…
coffee in the morning
If You Simply Walk Away

If you simply walk away
without any explanations or
tearful and hysterical conversations
over a hectic cup of coffee
shamelessly early in the morning,

no one would recognize you –
the boy with soft approach
and gentle sway,
the one who looks people
always in the eyes
and likes to talk things out.

So, I guess, you are not going to
simply walk away
in such a crazy manner.

©2013 Mariya Koleva

The prompt can be found here, along with a lot of other great poems.

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Normal Poem

It’s been a long time, a little over a year, since I’ve been playing along with the Poetic Asides Wednesday prompts. It has been always one thing or another that would stop me. Now, I quite accidentally managed to check in on the website and saw the prompt: #239, October 2nd, and here I go:

Normal Poem

I was asked to be myself
Really hard.
It’s a task,
I considered for a while,
for years, in fact.

What would define me?
Or, what could?

Once I asked to be like everybody,
but gradually, I came to realise
That there is no ‘everybody’
that will put the boundaries of normal
into my mind frame.

© 2013 Mariya Koleva

Eggshells

April Poetry Month #05 comes in a weird pink colour.

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1. Haiku Heights – Eggshells

life comes before work,
all creation step in awe
not to break the bond

2. Poetic Asides – Plus

Plus, there is always that something
I forget to mention,
which I murmur instead of Goodbye.
Those somethings lie tossed in a mess
around
Not forming particular patterns,
or following structural rules.

Plus, there is always a something
I’m dying to say.

© 2013, Mariya Koleva

Hold That Word

April Poetry Month, Day Four. Here comes the poem written to the prompt by Poetic Asides – Hold That [blank]

Poetry Month

Hold that word
you are about to whisper.
Hold the minute
about to slip away.
And then
let’s gather the silent blinks
of our eyelashes
And the timeless smiles
our lips will radiate

Hold that word
We know it now
Leave space breathe
And fill it out with gentleness.

©2013, Mariya Koleva

You can also read the haiku I wrote: HERE

Ascent

poetry_01The April Poetry Craze has begun. This is my third April Poem-A-Day round. And we have anniversary over at Wordsmith Studio, too.

As a starter, today, I wrote to three prompts. Of course, this will hardly go on like this till end April.

Here are my three poems for Day One: Haiku Heights: Ascent; Poetic Asides: A New Arrival and to NaPoWriMo: borrowed first line.

April #01

1. Haiku Heights – Ascend

evaporating

puffs encourage blossoms

they wait, looking up

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2. Poetic Asides – A new arrival

Blurring my eyes

A smiling face

peeking

from behind the

baby blanket.

 

My senses are sharpened

and dulled, all the same.

Time is flexible

and I remember not

if it runs fast or

is just non-existent.

 

Lose all mirrors.

For they show

all those tiny wrinkles

not so tiny anymore.

## 

3. NaPoWriMo – A first line

(which I borrowed from Byron)

She walks in beauty

I drag along

All tired

Cursing

Her demonic grace

Embracing every curb

that meets my smile

All corners’ edges

Extend their sticky fingers

to enwrap me.

 

She walks in beauty

I drag along

in misery.

 

© 2013, Mariya Koleva

How Much is Love?

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

Worst Thing Ever…

Poetic Asides – Wednesday prompt #193

The Worst Thing That Ever Happened To Me

I knew you were going
some time before you were gone
(And you knew that, too) 

No need for doctors
we just knew
every breath you took
was one of very few 

I wonder what I saw
Around the closed exit door –
Bright light or shadow
of my horror
because
of
the vacuum
that
hurt
when
you
went
away.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Rhythm, Day 24

NaPoWriMo, Day 24

1. Acrostic Only, SW – Rhythm

Rhythm rules the abyss

Hailing over dead wood

You wasted time alone

Timeless patterns get you

Hunting on your own

Mindful, random and forlorn.


2. Poetic Asides – Morning 

Blue highways
Rolling over
Your sleepiness 

On that blissful verge
Your dreamy blinks abide 

Still sleepy self can feel
The blue outside
Where birds are chirring 

Is there coffee steaming?

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Sci-fi, Day 18

1. Haiku Heights – White 

Invisible snow

softly patting the ground

Invisibly white

2. Poetic Asides – Sci-fi

“Avon, teleport me!”*
I remember mid-grade.
“Zaan, assist me through!”**
a new century began.

Same message all over:
“Hey, you –
human, or else,
no matter,
please,
do something for me,
for I don’t want to be alone.” 

*Blake’s Seven
**Farscape

©2012 Mariya Koleva