While Everyone Sleeps

28 to Create, Day 16 – While Everyone Sleeps

Image: 28 to Create
Image: 28 to Create

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

Venetian Blinds Blocking My View

As I was sitting at my desk, working, my eyes repeatedly caught the closed blinds and noticed.

venetian blinds###
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
to see and touch.

Parallel obliqueness
waiting patiently for me
to close my eyes and
sleep again.

© 2013 Mariya Koleva


September Heights #25 – Sleep

Image credit: Rebecca Barray


Needles in my eyes

Hamper my expectation

Soul longs for closure.


© Mariya Koleva, 2012

Rhythm, Day 24

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

Bedtime tales, WWP

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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small stone of 8th january

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

small stone for 6th Jan

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