Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
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The prompt from Sunday Scribblings this week is Fire. This could be a tanka. Not sure, though
Fire blazing up ahead
Believe me – that is not the sun,
It’s just its orange smile
That shines in ardent colours
And reddens to beguile.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
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Огънят изгасва пред очите ни
в залез
и разтапя се света
© 2011 Мария Колева
3WW – affinity, fidget, mention
Hop off – this train is moving slowly.
That fidgety sensation in your brain
is just illusion gliding on the funky rail.
Affinity to wondrous sites awaken,
will make us able to just mention it away.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
Writer’s Island – Improvise
As of old we knew so well –
Keep to rule, oath and spell!
Then, the modern times arrived
bringing havoc all about,
throwing order all alight.
Coming home, it would be hard
If the place was torn apart,
improvised and fragment-like,
jolly new and merry art.
Going out, it would be boring
If around was sameness, storing
brightness here, there pain –
all in neat arrangement lain.
Well, so… balance hard to reach,
spend your days down on the beach,
throwing pebbles in the water,
improvising time and splatter.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
The prompt by Theme Thursdays is Point. Here is a (very silly and non-sense) hay naku:
Point
Fingers point
Fingers pressing point
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
and Death smiled”
(Jim Morrison)
The Big Tent Poetry Wordle Prompt of 28th Feb. 2011
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Waking, I gasped
Your boyish smile defied
My typical tangle of questions
Slipping down my thigh
Paraded flame
**
Phrases: “Say more,” “There is also the matter of ____” and “He started by _____.”
*
“There is also the matter of tangle,” he said.
I paraded a gasping smile.
“Say more,” I pressed his thigh,
“For your boyish questions
wake all flame.”
He started by putting on his slippers,
slipping out of the room,
in cold defy of me.
How typical!
This is the prompt by Magpie Tales:
–
The ground is firmly shaking
And the treetops are being
taken
apart
Like in a piece of
weird art.
The prompt by Three-Word Wednesday (3WW) comprise these three: figure, juicy and stress. I somehow managed to combine them:
*
For young girls looking for a father-figure
This may be weirdly sensational at times
That juicy details will forever linger
Though stress is off the gossip trail.
So, this week, it seems I deal with new poetic challenges (here, here , here and here), in general. One Single Impression asks for a poem dealing with the concept of Top:
*
Stop
before you remove the
top
and turn a pair of
bikini
into
monokini!
Here is a poem about Food, as prompted by the Sunday Scribblings
In fact, it is a piece I have already contributed before, as part of the November PAD Challenge I did last November, yet I consider it suitable. Besides, pasta is forever my favourite food, albeit so … bad for … you know… everything. 🙂
Well, enjoy the serving:
*
They say, “Pasta’s bad for your health”
I say, “Pasta’s great for my mood”
–
They go, “Pasta ruins your diet”
“But then I am nice and quiet”
–
Eating T-bones and steaks is barbarity,
Civilised pasta and bread is calamity.
–
So, is health what we crave, or felicity?
Is truth more important than integrity?
The topic given by the Writer’s Island, is Foretell. A light piece, this one:
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I’m utterly happy I cannot foretell
any plausible futures
using palpable spells.
–
I’m frightfully glad for not telling a tale
of simple tomorrows
or complex farewells.
–
I’m distinctly thrilled I can’t cast a shadow
over clouds, bluish stars
and invisible meadows.