Tag: TTC

Amber Auntie Visiting

Obviously, today is a day for poetry. Here is a poem I wrote after two different prompt web sites, both strong favourites of mine. One prompt comes from Three Things Challenge #M977 – Aunt; Ash; Amber. The other was suggested this Wednesday at the Writers Digest poetic blog #731 – Home

voyage to winter
Image: Joe Maccer
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Each amber summer, my sweet and lovely aunt would visit
Oh, how we played and danced under random trees outside!
The beach was ours, too – not just the park.
Oh, how we hopped the waves – yelling, screaming, laughing!
The castles we built during the day;
The pastry she taught me to bake at dusk;
And all the cute stories and small gossip we shared…
Before the home we dwelt in, and all its memories,
And pictures with them, turned to ash
Which got sprinkled over a mystery field
Out of reach of anyone living.

© 2025, soulmary

New Year’s Awesome Photo – TTC poem

Yay, Happy New Year, everyone! May it be healthy and lucky for all, full of pleasant moments of affection and beauty of experience! So, here I am – poeming my very first verse of the year. I went through my WordPress Reader and picked the Three Things Challenge prompt #M927 – Actor, Able and Aft.

Here is what I coined:

Open my eyes
And I see
Outside is still winter
Albeit sunny and sweet
The able actor that I am
I stride powerfully to the ship’s aft
And pose for a fabulous
New Year’s picture –
A dreamer ruminating over the days past
And days to come.

© 2025, soulmary

Shall We Call The Cleaner In?

Today my poem is an offering for the Sunday Whirl #675 and today’s 3TC #M849. As the season calls for it, I welcomed the mystic magical tones to help me put this fantasy together. I remembered my late teenage and university years when autumn would push my friends and me to telling horror stories and pretending we participated in summoning rituals. I’m glad none of us actually had the nerve to complete any of those because we would get really frightened just before the rite would yield its result. So, we never saw any proof of the otherworldly. I’m glad, oh yes, I am. Right now, I’m also greatly amused. Ah, youth! Priceless and heart-warming.

So, Shall We Call The Cleaner In, Please?

Do we expect the woods to be silent,
Or our coffee brought by a waiter in deference
as the yellow leaves whirl?

Should a siren answer our call?
Or a maid take care of all?

Can we fly around the garden short for breath,
and read the mystic signs of runes set in stone?

Let’s do a circle dance where we expect
at least a magical metamorphosis.

Then, please, let’s call the cleaner in.

© 2024, soulmary

In order to read more, you may visit the prompt web sites and enjoy, enjoy, and then some!

3 Things Challenge of the Day

Today, I thought it’s a good time to poem a little bit. So, here is a short piece about my cute and wonderful kitten, Max. All after the nice 3 words prompted by the Three Things Challenge web site. TTC #M842 words are: Practical – Manners – Saving

Beauty Has a Name

Close to me, a kitten purrs,
Saving me the need to play sleep music –
Quite practical, in fact.

No manners at the table, though –
I guess that’s cats being cats.

© 2024, soulmary

Am I Confused, Or What?

I love the worlde prompts, so today I wrote a poem in answer to the latest Sunday Whirl post, appearing as Wordle 673. Because I also love following the pensitivity101’s blog, I included the three words prompted at their site and called TTC #M833. When writing to wordles, I usually start with one or two of the given words and then simply try to follow wherever they take me. With most wordles, I can see a pattern and closeness in the words’ semantics, but at times I attempt a different angle. That is why these poems are not always my best. Still, I love the process of letting your key words do the lead. The result is below, and I see this as a mightily confused narration.

Am I Confused?

the lates wordle prompt from 29 sept 2024
“It’s always unwise to jump
to conclusions,” she pushed the door.
“It’s also bad to spit lies like fire,” I pulled
away from her.
A plague that lashes every time her
secret arrows at me.
Closing my eyes, my head in a wet towel,
I shoved the empty plate to the corner
of my dream.
Glimpses of my past flickered,
while I caught my breath.
Who was she? I was alone.
Myself, the towel and the plate.
No door, no bed and no one else.

© 2024, soulmary

My Flowing Verse Will Hear Your Heart

Flowing with the current
is
my flowing verse.

Can you or can’t you
do it yourself
dye it in your favourite colour?

Hear it say
‘I love you.’

Flow, my versatile verse,
canning the can that is doing to do.

Hearts and souls are abundant
for you.

© 2024, soulmary

An amazing prompt today, at Three Things Challenge #M604 – Flowers / Candy / Hearts. Truly deserving the attention in the spirit of today. I am not a fan of this holiday, as it was introduced in my country later and somewhat artificially. Anyway, love is the most important thing in life and it has to be celebrated day in, day out. Celebrate and enjoy other poems at the original prompt site above.

They swore all will be quiet, then this

‘We could all be friends,’ said the hippo humbly.
‘Live peaceful, side by side and enjoy the day in, day out
Of serenity in mud waters, dry lands and fierce skies.’

The little birds picking at his hide,
Those cleaning the teeth of the crocodile,
The woodpecker keeping the forest from worms,
And the worms nurturing the ground in
The never-ending cycle of life.

We could.
Yet, do we?
Or do we awkwardly slip in the mud,
Slap one another’s faces,
And, sadly, end back in the slop?
(c) soulmary, 2023

I wrote this poem in answer of three different prompts, all of them coming from great poetry blogs and forums. One asked we gave our poem a click bait title – you can check it out on the Write Better Poetry web site. The Three-things challenge #352 offered a good combination of words to play with. And a blog where I do a prompt for the first time – the RagTag daily prompt of yesterday where the topic to be creative with is Symbiotic.

Grab the Opportunity

Grab the opportunity
They say a bird perches but once
On your shoulder
All you have to do is reach.

Headway, usually slow, is certain
If you don’t stop and right is on your side
It could be heady if your path is icy
So potent that its taste gets juicy.

Grab that bird, don’t cage it
Stroke its feathers, let it go
And make sure your headdress is firmly on
Should it decide to thank and drop a bomb.

©soulmary, 2023

Today’s poem is an answer to the prompt at #TTC – the Three-Things Challenge web site. The words for the day are Headway, Headdress and Heady. I had fun writing the poem. I hope you had fun reading it, and you can also drop by the TTC Blog to read more offerings.