Windblown

Image by Michael Michelovski from Pixabay

Have I ever wondered about the speed of events succession
And the rapid stream my thoughts follow
While I’m awake?
Is the grass in the field really made of blades that
Swing to the slow rhythm of my thoughts
When I’m asleep?

If I stand on the mountain top,
Supposing I can ever reach that once more,
Will I see the treetops bending in the wind
That refreshes my thoughts?
Or the dry yellow grass burnt by summer sun
Trembling in that same wind
That stings my eyes and makes me cry?

© soulmary, 2025

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Today, I spent time at the beach and I thought of the mountains. My favourite mountains, where I’ve found so much inspiration, serenity and beauty. And then, I came home, had a coffee and checked the poetry prompts. Wow, here is one that brought back the picture of the dry yellow grass just under Vihren Peak. Windblown, indeed. Yay, long live the Ragtag Daily Prompt!
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Eclipsed

Originally, I meant to write haiku for Carpe Diem’s prompt of Eclipse. Obviously, I need to write other stuff, too. Here it is:

Image credit: Smattila
Image credit: Smattila

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Eclipsed by destiny
and the craze
of recent summer,
my shells-and-pebbles necklace
is lying quiet on the beach.

Forgotten, looking junk-like
now.
Just a whiff of hot sand
carried with the
harsh October wind.

© 2013 soul mary

Wind Storm

We continue with the Carpe Diem very rich prompts. They keep on coming, I can hardly catch up.

field dividing wind
Image credit: werol

Carpe Diem #302 – Windstorm

Wind bears my soul
Grinding and scraping the field
Outside the window.

© 2013 Mariya Koleva