A small poem is
Short, at least,
or not as long as
I would have it.
Slow down and
Believe me,
Time will come.
© 2025 soulmary
Tag: Wednesday prompt
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
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
A Fresh Start
And here is one more poem today. A Fresh Start one, written for yesterday’s Wednesday prompt on Robert’s blog at Writer’s Digest. Yeah, it’s sunny around here. It is great behind the window, but very cold once you go outside. So, I stay in and poem on. Cheers!
***
Sunshine, snow and smiles –
Such brilliance softens the sadness
Of another year lived by.
Cold and the intention to fast
After the opulent feasts
Add to the vigour of
A fresh start for
Yet another turn
Around the splendid Sun.
© 2025, soulmary
Shall We Dance
Glamour is pouring out of pubs and clubs
along the shoreline
And the summer clamour
Is everywhere around
I get lost in the sweet and sour flavours
Reaching my senses from the crowd
Restaurants and Ferris wheels scream for joy
Shall we dance until the crack of dawn?
(c) 2023, soulmary
This poem was created with several prompts in mind:
Wednesday Prompt 657: A summer poem, and you can see many others here As always, excellent works.
Friday Writing 81: City dreaming, a blog for which I write for the first time.
Poetic Bloomings 443: Shall we dance? But of course we’ll dance, why even ask 😉
For the Waves Crashing at the Shore
For the Waves
That crashed near the shore all day.
It’s near summer’s end. No risk of over sun exposure –
Just the risk of regretting the insufficiency thereof.
I lay on a chair, all day, facing the waves
that curled, rolled, thundered, whitened
and crashed in billions of snow-white drops
that stole rainbow shine during their erratic flight.
The wave crests are like the snow hurrying
with terrible might down the mountain hill –
an avalanche where whipped cream breaks
in multiple white particles, dust-like,
and sparkling off with rainbow shine over their frightening fall.
(c) MK, 2019
Written for Poetic Asides, Wednesday Prompt #495 – For …
Something Goes Wrong
SOMETHING GOES WRONG
Something goes wrong when I get a party call
I want to stay home, but I also want to go
Either way, I am displeased:
If I go, I get so teased
by smokers, or the music, or the bar
When I skip, I nag till heaven falls apart.
So, there we have it, plain and clear:
“party” is a word I shouldn’t hear.
Just a little joke after the Wednesday prompt at Poetic Asides this week.
Learning the Ropes of a Trade
Learning the ropes of a trade
First, you see yourself as a master,
with all the glory awaiting you when learning is over.
Then, you dive in apprenticeship, and time slips away –
from chore to task, to duty, to struggle, and to frustration.
Until youngsters start asking “Why you joined?”
And you don’t know.
Learning the ropes of a trade is in reality tedious,
with no shine or glamour attached to its course.
Only masters finally know.
17.08.2018
This short poetic piece was written in answer to Wednesday Prompt #449 dated 15 August 2018 – Learning … Poem.
Just keeping the juices in motion.
Word of the Year 2017
After a long period of silence, it is time for the Wednesday prompt once again! Here is what I wrote this week:
Complicit
While whiling away the dullest of days
I stopped to consider why I never stop.
The clouds above hid behind curtains of rain,
the ceilings committed numerous crimes:
the sun was all blocked
and stifled – the air,
a sickening yellow was all I could see.
So, that’s how the soul goes –
no drama or loudness,
but simply complicit
to its own self loss.
?©soulmary 09 Dec 2017
My poem was written on a prompt by Poetic Asides, a Writers Digest editor blog. Wednesday Prompt #417
Upside Down
Wednesday at Poetic Asides, Prompt #275 – Upside Down Poem
***
I need to write an upside-down poem –
the moment I spotted the prompt, I rushed
towards it,
as I still remember how very often
I felt like that,
I remembered how strongly I related
to the cliche,
to the awkwardness,
to the confusion.
I rushed to open a new word doc
to simply see:
my life has stopped its topsy-turvy
movement,
it’s lost its gullible
and musing edge
that used to threaten
to kick me off my balance
and leave me stranded,
upside down
on a barren, unfamiliar piece
of soul-land.
I realised my life
has calmed, has settled down,
has gained its weight
and lost its unsteadiness
that once made me
on egde,
afraid of the dark,
and adventurously
alive.
No upside-down poem
from me
this time around.
©2014, MK
The Morning After: A Wednesday Poetry Prompt
Here is a teenage snap. I love such summer prompts that get me so many years back. Though it was a bitter experience, now it’s just a sweet petit bonbon in the candy box of youth. Smiles:
The Morning After
I drank a full bottle of vodka with you
staring in your eyes, taking in all your words
of encouragement,
while listening to the Sisters of Mercy,
getting convinced by a perfectly stoned girl
that is perfection itself,
and was violently sick and stupid,
after I found my idiotic crescendo
in an attempted chat with
my new replacement,
I woke up, my head – the battleground
for millions exclusively armed with cannons,
to see you having coffee and small talk
with her again
gossiping about my
first time
getting
drunk.
The perfectly stoned Sisters of Mercy fan
nowhere to be seen.
©2014, MK
Written for the Wednesday Prompt at Poetic Asides, #274 – A Disappointment Poem and shared on the site.