Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
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28 to Create, Day 16 – While Everyone Sleeps
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While everyone sleeps
dusk crawls up the slope
eating grass and nibbling at the scrubs.
The peak looks bold
and desolate
like a lake at the foot of the mountain
where no one stops
before attacking the height.
Where the most exhausted walkers
will take off dusty heavy shoes
and dip their swollen dirty feet
in the crystal water
disillusioning every hungry soul.
© 2014, soulmary
As I was sitting at my desk, working, my eyes repeatedly caught the closed blinds and noticed.
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Parallel oblique of milky
white ecru
is sliding down towards
my bare feet.
I’ve stepped outside
a dream,
quite unprepared,
unawares and
unknowing what I can
expect
to see and touch.
Parallel obliqueness
waiting patiently for me
to close my eyes and
sleep again.
© 2013 Mariya Koleva
September Heights #25 – Sleep
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Needles in my eyes
Hamper my expectation
Soul longs for closure.
© Mariya Koleva, 2012
NaPoWriMo, Day 24
1. Acrostic Only, SW – Rhythm
Rhythm rules the abyss
Hailing over dead wood
You wasted time alone
Timeless patterns get you
Hunting on your own
Mindful, random and forlorn.
2. Poetic Asides – Morning
Blue highways
Rolling over
Your sleepiness
On that blissful verge
Your dreamy blinks abide
Still sleepy self can feel
The blue outside
Where birds are chirring
Is there coffee steaming?
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
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
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Today, things are different:
“sleep, sleep, the unimaginable freedom it brings upon your memory and hardships; you close your eyes and there’s Hamlet there in front; i open them and freedom rolls its eyes before me, grinning green and grim.”
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Well, I must admit it was a whole different day today. My contribution to the River of Stones:
“Six-hours ride through a country so sundry. Snow equals scare, skidding on the road, beware. Tree tops heavy and large with their fresh white caps. Fields in fascinating fashion keep quite, lying under their shabby quilt of white dust and memories past.”
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
