September Heights #14 – Revelation
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Amidst the dense fog
Burns a flower with no name
Another day lives.
*
A kitten curls up
Looks around to see the world
Same as I see it.
© 2012 soulmary
Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
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September Heights #14 – Revelation
***
Amidst the dense fog
Burns a flower with no name
Another day lives.
*
A kitten curls up
Looks around to see the world
Same as I see it.
© 2012 soulmary
Originally, I put this together for Andrea and Ina’s poetry contest entitled: Money. I thought it was too cynical, so I cancelled my participation. Then, I linked it to the Sunday Scribblings prompt of Revolution 🙂 cynical as it is.
Money
That freedom is a matter of choice
would be a long-chewed-over lie
that all religions use
to dull our edge
and lull our spirit
away from revolution.
That revolution is a fight for freedom
is simply an illusion,
that leaders use
to lead the poor to believe
there will be
money
equality and freedom
for all.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
I turn again to T.S. Eliot for my “fan” poetry
NaPoWriMo.net – opposite poem
T.S.Eliot – Waste Land, What the Thunder Said
Before the cold luster of their masks
Before the hot clamour outside the house
Before the ecstasy of lurid lakes
The silence and the smiles
Open spaces, dungeons and stillness
of the hush of autumn below the nearby sea
Those that were dead are still living
You who were dying are yet living
Without any haste
There is no air there, but only sand
Sand and no air, and the rocky block
The block directly crossing the sea
Which is a sea of sand without air
If here is air, you could go on and spit
Within the sand, you cannot go on and spit
Stone is moist and head is in the clouds
If only air was around the sand
Living sea end of shiny nails which can but drink
There you can only sit, or run or stand
Here is only clamour in the sea
And moist fruitful hush with draught
Here are only crowds in the sea
And white happy feet tiptoe and run
To windows of state-of-the-art palaces
We don’t wish for air
But for sand
We wish for sand
But no air
No air
A breeze
A gust over the sand
We wish not the silence of the air alone
Only the worm
Not the moist gravel grunting
Not the silence of air inside sand
Not like the place the eagle sleeps over the rocky peaks
Snore sneer snore sneer sneer sneer sneer
And all around is air.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
NaPoWriMo, Day 1
This April, I start off poeming to three prompt sites. Today’s prompts are: Haiku Heights – Eager/NaPoWriMo – Carpe Diem/Poetic Asides – Communication
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Eager to see if
Life always finds a way to
Get across to you.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
OSI#213 Transition – Alouette
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Transition best fits
Those willing to quit
Who move away from the dark.
It suddenly starts
As they fall apart
Blazing with beautiful spark.
Transition itself
Stays hardly on shelf
It often makes for the stars.
Those people remain
In fire and pain
Yet never live behind bars.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Poetic Blooms #48 – What’s in the Shadows?
Shadowy reflections of once-crazy dancers –
That’s what we are
As we pass by each other
Neither seeing, nor remembering
Our true selves reflected in the window –
Shadows
Dancing
More true than
The hollow shapes
Dissocializing and
Distancing
Away.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Image from Poetic Blooms
WWP #99 – Bedtime tales
Sleep, my sweetness
wrapped in cleanness
taken to the dreamy city
where light
will never fade.
Sleep, my loved one
curled in softness
flying to the forest castle
where fight
was never lost.
Sleep, my beauty
cuddling Bunny
dreaming those enchanted
honey dreams
that will last forever
or at least until
the morning chill.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Image courtesy: FeaturePics.com
“Connections are everything” sets the spirit of the poetic prompt at the Poetry Jam this week. This week is also my first participation there, and I am headed to make it count 😉
Love Poem, (by the way)
Connect with me
Through that thought line
That keeps us both
Awake and waiting
At both ends of the phone line.
Relay to me
Through that hectic confusion
Caused by our sleepless
Caustic mornings after.
Devoid of touching you.
And haunted by frustrated dreams.
Relate to me
Using that old-fashioned
Bunch of flowers
That will invariably die
Uncared for,
Forgotten
On the kitchen table
Where I tossed them
Before I tossed myself
Into your arms
Forgetting thoughts
and phones
and dreams.
Get touched
And stay connected!
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Image courtesy: The Poetry Jam web site
The Acrostic Only prompt for Food and Drink in March is CUPCAKE. I tried my hand at a Septilla. Just for the record, there are many nice septet forms. I found it hard to pick one. I am not a great lover of cupcakes, but can’t deny they have appealing looks 🙂
#F&D Cupcake
C upping my hands
U nder false pretence
P utting chill away
C uddling the reserve
A waiting the rebirth
K eeping warmer ways
E njoying sweet stands
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Image courtesy: Beautiful and helpful recipes web site by Average Betty