Lost
She lost hope
Walked back the same road
Hoping she
Will find it
But then she lost her way
And with it – all hope.
© 2024, soulmary
And it’s a shadorma. Wink-wink.
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She lost hope
Walked back the same road
Hoping she
Will find it
But then she lost her way
And with it – all hope.
© 2024, soulmary
And it’s a shadorma. Wink-wink.
Another Sunday, another interesting prompt on the Poetic Bloomings website. The topic of endings and beginnings, and their interrelation is really intriguing. Is the beginning of something the ending of a process or a state of things? How do we decide whether an event is the end or the start? I suppose, it depends of which side of the river we are on, figuratively speaking. So, here are two poems I penned on this prompt, and the second one is a Shadorma.
Night ends the day,
Dusk cuts the light,
A wrong will destroy the right.
But the beginning of healing
Isn’t the end of all disease.
Are endings more powerful
or it is a trick of false beliefs?
The end starts
Only when we quit
Beginning.
The end comes
Uninvited in our hearts
Through their gates ajar.
© 2024, soulmary
***
Let us be
optimistic in
our dreams.
For the world
will do its best to crush us
while we are awake.
© 2024, soulmary
Day 16 is a Tuesday, so Robert offers another cute Two-For-Tuesday prompt. We need to write a Form and/or an Anti-Form poem. Curiously, I wrote a Shadorma which calls for breaking the form. Yeah, that’s me. Enjoy!
***
Break all
forms we use to poem.
Just lose them.
Focus on
what is in your very heart
and the rhyme will flow.
© 2024, soulmary
Do you need
an explanation?
Can’t you see
it’s harvest?
Unknown and greedy it looks.
Quickly, the night train!
© Mariya K, 2020
Our nightmares
speak very often
about that
distant day
beyond our eyes, hands and feet
where nightmares are dreams.
© Mariya K, 2020
Process Notes:
The prompt is to write a response poem. I chose to respond to an earlier prompt from this month: Dreams and/or Nightmares, which can be read here. I believe what I did was rather a continuation of my stream of thought than a direct response. But, you know, prompts are designed to help us write, and not restrict us.
**
Confinement
with myself is bliss
none other.
I love to
enjoy all the sunshine in,
keep the thrill alone.
© 2020, forestlove
**
The last train
to go from this town
will depart
just in time
to miss the spread of fever
and carry us on.
**
© 2020, forestlove
**
My dreams are
rich in colours drab
all dreams are,
despite the
things we are told in stories –
so many dream lies.
**
2020, forestlove
**
A form
or an anti-form
poetic
endevour
requires
full rallying of powers
that I don’t control.
**
©2020, forestlove
**
Today is Tuesday, and that means a “two for Tuesday” type of prompt. Robert offered “a form/anti-form poem”, and that brought me to my favourite shadorma. I took a joking bend again, as I did a couple of times recently. Maybe that is a form of relaxing, I don’t know, like taking time off serious poetry.
Have I told you I am without a job? It’s been one week now, and the pandemic virus spread isn’t at the root of my unemployment. It was time to move on, for both sides. Managing human resources in a big company, with a nice team of my own, was very great. But, as all good things, this, too, came to an end. In the past 5-6 years, I’ve blamed my job and being so busy at the office for not finishing the April Poetry month challenge. We’ll see this time.
Be well and prosper!