Tag: war

Resort

Recently, I was thinking of General Custer’s last stand. Then I read the historical facts again and found my own memory of the case was far exaggerated. I was a bit disappointed the real story was not that impressive as the one in my head, and very disappointed that I had remembered nearly all wrong. The process notes to the poem that follows would state that, being non-native, I am rather free to make random associations with words and expressions. And yeah, this ‘grass’ thing is correct. It means ‘No way to reach the grass’ and ‘No way grass would grow’. (I mean on the battlefield, for a certain time.) I changed this word three times. First, it was ‘go’, then ‘pass’ and then … well, ‘grass’. 

jom18-resortJuly, Oh my! continues in this 18th Day of July with the prompt: Resort. Here is the logic. ‘I’d use that as a last resort.’ That always has the same association for me. Read on.

When I think of resort
It’s Custer’s last stand I see
No way to grass.

©2013, soulmary

Back from the War

Day 11, write a poem from a veteran’s point of view. Not that I know much about it, but here’s my view.

Image credit: SuperPower

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Back home where grass still grows

Unlike grass on the battlefield

Where clouds are silver-lined

And forests still smell fresh

Unlike the poisoned ones we left

Where shops and cinemas are full

Of smiling children

Living on

Unknowing.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

The Shark – NaPoWriMo, Week 2

Poetic Asides has a suggestion to write a goofy poem. The Big Tent Poetry offered some more. I combined. Here is the result:

The Shark
I’m sorry that6 I was a fish4,
Just dying to have lungs3 an’ all.
I’m sorry that I was a shark,
Just dreamed of love and heart of gold.

I’m sorry to have eaten you
Just nature had its fierce hold.
My teeth, they simply snapped and snapped
And all I knew was flesh, blood, bone.

Well, anyway, your fate was sealed
By that warfare5 your ship was ‘midst.
You know, I’ve seen so gourmet meals –
That war for you, it was my feast.

So you were gone2 and I was old
But there is the sky still blue
An’ isn’t it so sweet and all
That death united me and you?

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

The Big Tent Poetry offered the following prompts for NaPoWriMo Week 2:

2. Write about something that no longer exists. April 5th Tue
3. Write a poem with lungs in it. April 6th Wed
4. Write a poem as though you are a fish. April 7th Thu
5. Write a letter poem to someone in a war zone or a revolution. April 8th Fri
6. Write a poem that starts, “I am sorry about _____.” April 9th Sat