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.
Tag: shadorma
Endings To Beginnings
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.
Endings to beginnings
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 – A Shadorma
The end starts
Only when we quit
Beginning.
The end comes
Uninvited in our hearts
Through their gates ajar.
© 2024, soulmary
Optimistic Shadorma – Day 18.1 of April PAD
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Let us be
optimistic in
our dreams.
For the world
will do its best to crush us
while we are awake.
© 2024, soulmary
It’s a Shadorma – Anti-Form for Day 16 of April PAD
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!
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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
Explanation – Day 23, November PAD
Do you need
an explanation?
Can’t you see
it’s harvest?
Unknown and greedy it looks.
Quickly, the night train!
© Mariya K, 2020
Response to Nightmares – Day 16, November PAD
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.
An Isolation Shadorma – Day 20.2 of April PAD
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Confinement
with myself is bliss
none other.
I love to
enjoy all the sunshine in,
keep the thrill alone.
© 2020, forestlove
The Last Train – Day 16.1 of April PAD
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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
A Dream Shadorma – Day 15.3 of April PAD
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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 Shadorma – Day 14 of April PAD
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A form
or an anti-form
poetic
endevour
requires
full rallying of powers
that I don’t control.
**
©2020, forestlove
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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!