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The Stew

The wordle of Sunday Whirl #292:

sweet, touch, months, adds, stew, cask, red, smoke, sunshine, velvety, foothills, long

* The Stew *

All these months denied
The simple sweet touch
I expected from them.

Sweetness adds some red sunshine
To the choppy foothills I have to walk
In long, velvety afternoons.

Instead, they served warm stew
Cooked in casks hidden in the cellar
Amidst the tasty smoke of satiation.

©2017, MK

the hellish greasy look that didn't ignite my fury

Wake Up, Shake It Off

A Sour Love Poem

Going with my fingers through your greasy hair,
I remembered how much I wanted to touch you
in spring
how much I desired your lips
in the rainy afternoons while walking to my private composition lessons.

Seeing the hellish grin on your new girlfriend’s face,
I felt as if a thin blade went through my body
very thin and very cold
at the same time burning me
with shame
and filthy disgust.

The moment of waking ignited my rage
very short-lived rage
which died in indifference
Because the waking was real.

© 2015, MK

Note: These were written for this week’s prompt at Three Word Wednesday: Greasy, Hellish, Ignite

Happiness, A Midweek Motif at Poets United

Poets United, Midweek Motif – Happiness

First, some process notes. There is an advertisement campaign going on at the moment, appealing to us to “collect our happiness in three designer’s glasses”. The idea that happiness can be contained in three glasses only seemed funny. Then, I found this amazing glass made by a Belgrad-based designer and really decided to show it.


Cipher Glass Design by Damjan Stankovic

Cipher Glass Design by Damjan Stankovic


Measure it in three glasses.
Pour it out
and drink it chilled.

I will need buckets to take all
the stuff I’ve considered
my happiness.

I will surely refuse to count
the vessels
and the volume units
of what I’ve thought
my happiness.

I will surely refuse to
define it,

I’ll have it my way,
and let happiness define me.

©2014, MK

Apologies accepted, another Day 3

Let us continue poeming as the last minutes of Day 3 ticked away before I could post this. Here is my Third 3rd prompt for the day. It comes from Poetic Asides – apologetic or non-apologetic poem. I’m sorry or not.



My tired eyes

have said it all

Exhaustion’s grip has made me humble

My eyes of languor

and dreams of linger

apologise for staying longer

than time and patience

for which we had,

indeed, agreed.


© 2012 Mariya Koleva

No reason, Acrostic

Acrostic Only, March prompts:

#TW No Reason

N either here nor there

O r, in fact, anywhere


R everies invite us off

E scaping any real cause

A nd just skating through

S lopes and crossing planes

O nly listening to sounds

N ot looking for results


© 2012 Mariya Koleva

What won’t wait… – Nov PAD, Day 7

2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, Day 7 – What won’t wait poem


What won’t wait?
Well, I suppose
Anything could wait.
If it needs identity.

Unidentified phenomena
won’t wait.
But then,
who cares?

I don’t.
And what is more
I won’t


© 2011 Mariya Koleva

Addict poem – NovPAD, Day 6

The previous three days I was away and I scratched my poems in a notebook, so I still need to type them in here. That will be later. Now, let’s move to the latest scream and read…

The prompt for Day 6 is to write an addict poem.


this sun above will always shine
and we will be forever glued
to gaze at its beginnings
and its endings,
without a thought to miss
just one or two
as I’m addicted hopelessly to you.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva