Day 10.2 of April PAD – More Poetry

My poetry
Reminds me of me
Thirty years ago with Daddy.

The poetry
we used to read to each other,
arguing, explaining…
in short – showing the love.

©2024, soulmary

My Flowing Verse Will Hear Your Heart

Flowing with the current
my flowing verse.

Can you or can’t you
do it yourself
dye it in your favourite colour?

Hear it say
‘I love you.’

Flow, my versatile verse,
canning the can that is doing to do.

Hearts and souls are abundant
for you.

© 2024, soulmary

An amazing prompt today, at Three Things Challenge #M604 – Flowers / Candy / Hearts. Truly deserving the attention in the spirit of today. I am not a fan of this holiday, as it was introduced in my country later and somewhat artificially. Anyway, love is the most important thing in life and it has to be celebrated day in, day out. Celebrate and enjoy other poems at the original prompt site above.

Note – Line – Hope – Life

Note for note
I draw a line
to dream
or break the bleakness
that I feel.

Inspired by the nothing
abiding at my door,
I step and wiggle
hoping there’s more
to life
than meets the eye.

© 2024, soulmary

The Chained Bird – Sunday Whirl 637

The ribbon goes well on the neck
of the chained bird,
radiating a shaft of blessing
despite the key and the veil
drawn on the cage.

The ribbon is like a mantra –
studded with beads like wisdom.
Looking like scars,
they are simply garnish
bound to make the chain speak beauty
instead of scream slavery.

Breaking free will leave scars
that will need snitches.
But shall we care
if that’s the price for leaving
the grounds of despair?

(c) soulmary, 2024

Written for one of my favourite prompt sites – the Sunday Whirl and you can check some great poetry at their site, too.

Exaggerated – Day 25, November Poem-A-Day

Hateful and wishful to cut all links
to teasers and trolls;

Live-streaming to fear from the rat race
chasing the thunder;

Peaceful indulgence for cherry-pie loves
and all the accompanying college-girl spite
tires me out-of-the-worldly
bringing the cosmos together on this very plate just under my nose.

© Mariya K, 2020

Process notes: I suppose, with the month’s end coming, I get more tired of poeming seriously. So, this is just a playful word weaving.

A Trap – Day 6, April PAD

Yesterday morning, I saw
the beautiful beta fish on top of the fish tank
How? Why?

Lying there, hardly breathing
The superb colourful fish that draws
everyone’s look onto itself
with all its gorgeousness
was simply lying there,
in the middle of the glass roof,
far from any opening,
under the hot lights –
on the brink of death.

Was the fish tank too small?
Did it feel like a trap?
So silent and listless,
the fish isn’t inclined to chat.

©2020, forestlove

American Haiku – Moment, Day 5.3

The high wind
Gasps loud through the door
Twigs whirl in.

©2020, forestlove

Recently, I haven’t been able to make up my mind whether I prefer to produce a haiku or an American haiku. So, here it is.

A Moment – Day 5 of April PAD

A moment is a lick at a chocolate candy
where you get a blast of taste, a puff of smell, a sticky melt
in your hand, seeing the brown disgrace it, but
hearing nothing.
Or was it a smell of the brown and seeing the stickiness?
No matter which, you still hear nothing.

Or that isn’t so similar, after all, as a moment can be so much more.
How much more exactly can a moment be?
Blimey if I have the answer to that.

The brown stickiness of a moment
can fade with no memory of eternity.
So the candy will be eaten and all life will pass
as a string of licks until its wholeness is exhausted.

A string of green licks will end a poisonous crescendo
crowning the moment with a poem lasting longer
than the moment itself.

©2020, forestlove

For this poem, I used the prompt ‘Moment’ from Poetic Asides and a long list of instructions from the NaPoWriMo site called ‘Twenty Little Poetry Projects’. I didn’t use all the project prompts from there, but got enough to make poeming very entertaining. Check it out and try to follow the instructions to your own fantastic poem.

Follow the Instructions – Day 3 April PAD

Follow the instructions –
after each tactile contact
wash your hands profusely
and with soap.

Then, I follow my own instruction and
apply hand cream with generosity.

With so much use of cream,
I hope the supplies won’t deplete
because my skin just isn’t complete
when it doesn’t beyond-all-retreat
soak in it.

©2020 forestlove

In Day 3 I offer you this attempt at looking at the current emergency with a sense of humour. Poetic Asides offered the prompt of ‘Follow [blank]’, and NaPoWriMo site suggested poets to generate a list of rhymes/near rhymes from a set of words of our choice. I looked around and picked up words like desktop, face cream, file. Then, I used my original ones, to be honest, although I checked the generated word pool and was quite intent to use those, as well. As usual, I did simply follow my poetic pen. 

Waiting in the Line

I’m Waiting in A Tiresome Line
Looking down at my shoes
with their fine lace of cool design
(Which are not actually mine, but that’s a matter of another story)
While at the same time
A young and no-doubt-sweet-for-his-mother child
Dressed in cute green overalls,
A cruel spear in his right hand, which I hear is tenderly called ‘magic wand’,
Takes a bite into a sandwich much relished,
Mumbling crumbs and vegetable pieces through
His tirelessly prattling mouth.
A moment later, crumbs and spit are on my shiny shoes.
Trying to wipe them away tangles the mixture deeper in the lace
(not mine, remember?)
On which I decide to chase
The poor mother to a bitter end for why she didn’t mind her beast.

Looking at her face,
Takes my anger off the messy trace.
And I wave off her distressed question if she should pay
For cleaning of the lace,
As I continue waiting in the line
So fine.

(c) 2020 soulmary

Written for the Sunday Whirl #444. There are some great pieces shared there, check them out.

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