Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
Brought to you by Mary K
Bonfire
To cleanse my world
Of drab remaining particles
Lingering behind their purpose
To help with chores
Hardly chosen in the haste
Of mornings or routines
And put weak excuses back to sleep.
Bonfire
To illuminate the woods
Sighing with the wind below
The peaks that overlook
Our beautiful inertia of a life.
(c) soulmary, 2024
Blessed with peace,
On the brink of monotony.
Running from the havoc,
Running from the boredom,
When are we going to make up
Our minds,
Our passions,
The fire in our hearts?
Oh, wait! Is this smoke coming out
From our lips
Or is it a sigh,
A smile,
A smirk?
© soulmary, 2023
Another great poetry prompt from the Poetic Blooming site. Check it out, read some excellent pieces and dive in one of my favourite poetry communities.
Blessed Be!
Summer filters subtly through the mist
Our forest whispers in its shadows
The creek is like a sentinel belt, circling
The happiness we immerse ourselves in.
Crows, branches, herbs, bugs –
All in bliss.
All is still.
All is rising.
(c) 2023, soulmary
It’s a wonderful day and an even more wonderful prompt – the Sunday Whirl is here to remind us it’s summer! And they lived happily ever after ?
‘We could all be friends,’ said the hippo humbly.
‘Live peaceful, side by side and enjoy the day in, day out
Of serenity in mud waters, dry lands and fierce skies.’
The little birds picking at his hide,
Those cleaning the teeth of the crocodile,
The woodpecker keeping the forest from worms,
And the worms nurturing the ground in
The never-ending cycle of life.
We could.
Yet, do we?
Or do we awkwardly slip in the mud,
Slap one another’s faces,
And, sadly, end back in the slop?
(c) soulmary, 2023
I wrote this poem in answer of three different prompts, all of them coming from great poetry blogs and forums. One asked we gave our poem a click bait title – you can check it out on the Write Better Poetry web site. The Three-things challenge #352 offered a good combination of words to play with. And a blog where I do a prompt for the first time – the RagTag daily prompt of yesterday where the topic to be creative with is Symbiotic.
Grab the opportunity
They say a bird perches but once
On your shoulder
All you have to do is reach.
Headway, usually slow, is certain
If you don’t stop and right is on your side
It could be heady if your path is icy
So potent that its taste gets juicy.
Grab that bird, don’t cage it
Stroke its feathers, let it go
And make sure your headdress is firmly on
Should it decide to thank and drop a bomb.
©soulmary, 2023
Today’s poem is an answer to the prompt at #TTC – the Three-Things Challenge web site. The words for the day are Headway, Headdress and Heady. I had fun writing the poem. I hope you had fun reading it, and you can also drop by the TTC Blog to read more offerings.
Today, I decided to combine the prompts from two websites into my new poem.
Out of my depth I often flounder
My too-conscious self hardly seeing
Through the mist.
Suddenly, I up and give a shrug. A proud moment.
Then inside I’m still stupefied,
But my outside blusters deafeningly.
Attracting all it can, swollen with tension.
Then I stop breathing to feel my true self
Hush and fake a smile.
© soulmary, 2023
Words I used – Flounder – Shrug – Bluster, come from TTC – three-things challenge for today. And the overall theme – Sensitive, was prompted by Robert on the Poetic Asides blog.
If you click on the links, you will be able to not only see the prompting posts, but also enjoy the work and offerings of many talented and inspiring creative friends.
Reverse Poem
After warming up those limbs in the sauna,
lying in a pool of mineral water,
still feeling the hot steam,
I cast a lazy eye at the mountain peaks
standing proud across the field.
Standing proud across the field,
I cast a lazy eye at the mountain peaks
still feeling the hot steam,
lying in a pool of mineral water
after warming up those limbs in the sauna.
17.08.2018
This poetic piece was written in response to d’Verse Poets prompt from 16 August 2018. Just keeping up the game, nothing serious.
After a long period of silence, it is time for the Wednesday prompt once again! Here is what I wrote this week:
Complicit
While whiling away the dullest of days
I stopped to consider why I never stop.
The clouds above hid behind curtains of rain,
the ceilings committed numerous crimes:
the sun was all blocked
and stifled – the air,
a sickening yellow was all I could see.
So, that’s how the soul goes –
no drama or loudness,
but simply complicit
to its own self loss.
?©soulmary 09 Dec 2017
My poem was written on a prompt by Poetic Asides, a Writers Digest editor blog. Wednesday Prompt #417
This prompt is not very new. I remember writing to it at least once before. I wasn’t happy with the result. The poem you see is the second one I wrote today because I didn’t like my first attempt. I think it was nearly the same as the original one, though I can’t bear to start checking that now.
Once upon a Writing class
The autumn went in through the glass
The warm sun spilled its orange softness
All around the silent room, full of eager listeners.
It felt just like one day in summer
When the sun rays somehow squeezed between my eyelashes
Like silvery sparks,
The sun was brighter then,
And I could see and feel the water glitches
hopping up and down and
Side to side before my very eyes
The professor’s voice was dim and pleasant
In its monotony of steady knowledge
Made me wish I had the same steadiness in everything:
beliefs, ideas, expression.
You know, the overall impression one gives away.
I listened to the voice, and saw the summer sun beams
Still squeezing between the leaves of autumn
Not with regret, or a feeling of incompleteness –
Things were perfect then.
© 2015, MK
I rarely write the second poem for the two-for-Tuesday prompts. To be honest, I never do. I guess this time I did because it’s still the beginning of the month and I have a lot of enthusiasm about it. Here is the Divided poem for Day 3 of the November Poem-a-day challenge.
Divided in the Whole
There are small crevices
In my heart’s feeling of completeness,
Dividing the whole into gentle microscopic particles
Or just ordinary small pieces
Which somehow stand together,
But aren’t similar at all.
(c) 2015, MK
