Sunday Whirl #226
First, the river wants me naked
Stalking me with red eyes
Along her banks.
My naked clarity will give her wings
She’ll dream she flies over the plains.
But the world is held
Inside me.
© 2015, MK
Tag: river
Meandering Water, wordle
Sunday Whirl #173
The water runs
similar to a lane in a park
bending this way or the other.
The path meanders,
rarely straight, but mostly
going east.
Some parts
catch the light and sound
of the forest nearby,
limiting the cases where
guilty water will
consume the evil grain of nurture.
© 2014, MK
Written after a nice wordle prompt at the Sunday Whirl.
Days 10 to 14 of Haiku
In a last attempt to catch up, here I come, firing five instead of one, or two, or even three haiku away. Here is the place for proper linking, too. The September Heights prompt for Day 14 at Haiku Heights is River. That reminded me of Boney M’s song ‘The Rivers of Babylon’, and I stole a phrase from the lyrics. Mhm, no prosecution, please.
Day 10: Kitchen
After-summer chaos,
Come back to oven hot meals,
Prepare coziness.
*
Day 11: Tradition
Slow, secure, stale –
Summary of boredom,
Walk away so still.
*
Day 12: Holy
Holy as intended
Struggle deep within the rain,
Wings will raise the storm.
*
Day 13: Superstition
Like the secret whisper,
Round the fire, summer nights,
Camping mindless.
*
Day 14: River
There we wept so sad,
Hugging tight the pets we loved
Doomed to float away.
© 2013, Mariya Koleva
By the river
It is time we moved a little bit faster with this prompt thing, but you need to understand: I have a Kindle. So, that has put me on the side of readers rather than writer, at least for the time being. I have no power to get online, or even close to my computer. I do occasional email and FB checks and only react if there is some emergency over there. Apart from that, I have been quite ecologic 🙂 and cleansing myself from electronics in my free time. At work, that is entirely different matter. But, you see, I lead a double life 🙂
Oh, well, to make the long story short, and thus get my Kindle sooner rather than later, here is the July 8th prompt: By The River
I stand, and, thinking, wait
I’m waiting for the day
to pass by
and away
I’m hoping still to see
The running river
Streaming
Flowing
Whispering
by me.
©2013 soulmary
Paper Boat
September Heights #26 – Paper Boat
***
As the river flows
The weeping willow suffers
Paper boat moves on
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
The river of innocence, the industry of fire, Magpie tale #116
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Are those tops
I see
the ones of buildings
plants
of industry
that glow in operative fire;
or treetops
burning sunset red?
Is that river
I see
one of tears
or forgiveness,
maybe one of
innocence
flowing towards
the industry-subjected burners?
All innocence slides off
to banks unseen
to heartbeats unexpected.
Fear not
Appearance will hold
Much muddy water in.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Image: River Irwell by R.A.D. Stainforth
Wordle – Embroidered seaweed
The wordle of the Wordling Whirl of Sundays is above. Below, is my contribution:
***
The seaweed supersedes the tugs of rope.
It seems embroidered
as dainty as some gentle mist.
Evaporation from the river.
The water breathes
releasing tiny slides of whisper
And all float free down south.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva