Autumn Mistakes
Of course, wearing a dress in autumn, even when it’s warm is a mistake. My personal history confirms it. So, here’s the poem for Day 9 of my November poem-a-day chapbook – Mistake – Was I mistaken? Was...
View ArticleWhat Will Save … What?
This year, I’ve been noticing a new thing. I am writing these poems consciously. Don’t think I am usually unconscious while writing poetry. I mean, I plan what I want to write and for the first time in...
View ArticleMy Summer Is a Tiger
That’s the result of working with a theme. You aren’t at a loss about how to approach an overused prompt. So, here is November PAD, Day 11 – An animal poem Summer was a tiger Spiraling to leaf fall...
View ArticleWe’re Being Watched
November PAD, Day 6 – We’re Being Watched We’re being watched! The inevitable worry of any first kiss No matter how dark the night, No matter how empty the alley Just someone might see And recognise...
View ArticleAfter the Autumn Equinox
This one is still a draft. November PAD, Day 12 – After _ After the Autumn Equinox There comes a sudden feeling Of festivity and settled-downness Longer evenings, still warm Concealing new thrill,...
View ArticleThe Wind of Change in August 1989
On 12-13 August 1989, there was a Peace Music Festival in Moscow. Of course, I didn’t know the title then. I just knew plenty of rock bands went there to perform. A thrilling summer. Not for political...
View ArticleThe Rivers Wants Me Naked
Sunday Whirl #226 First, the river wants me naked Stalking me with red eyes Along her banks. My naked clarity will give her wings She’ll dream she flies over the plains. But the world is held Inside...
View ArticleLack of Creativity
Lack of Creativity Have I been asleep or awake for too long? On the loose or under pressure, I don’t know. © 2015, MK The post Lack of Creativity appeared first on Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder.
View ArticleThe Bloody Trail of the Bitter Shark
The Bloody Trail of the Bitter Shark It came one morning with the mist I washed my bloody hands The ocean water spilled Champagne-like around me Then I saw the trail of tomato paste Getting thick so...
View ArticleOrange
Orange Spilled around As burlesque as it could. © 2016 MK The post Orange appeared first on Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder.
View ArticleStaircase
Stairway to who knows where, bleached by memory, preserved by technology. © 2016, MK The post Staircase appeared first on Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder.
View ArticleTell Us What You Wish
Bring out the dreams Tell us what you wish to see here Sing it out, or yell it. Better out than in, they say. Although they often speak without thinking. They often come across you wishes And ignore...
View ArticleDay 8 – Panic
Day 8 A Panic Poem A button which you constantly forget. A spot where you can’t reach when needed. All you need is the lack of a reason To recall Or look for it. ©2017, MK The post Day 8 – Panic...
View ArticleDay 12 – Guilt, a Shadorma
My guilt is In the way I smile – Insincere. I endure, Just getting by, not caring, Wading through nightmare. ©2017, soulmary The post Day 12 – Guilt, a Shadorma appeared first on Sweet and Bitter Stuff...
View ArticleDay 13 – A Family Haiku
The rose bud still sleeps. The crocuses burn restless – Seasons bind them all. 2017, MK The post Day 13 – A Family Haiku appeared first on Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder.
View ArticleDay 14 Work Conquers All
“Work conquers all”, they say, And I walk tall, Or I bend low My eyes tearful Of failure despite this Wisdom they have carved Within my memory, Despite the grit I feel For being so imperfect. Work...
View ArticleDay 15 – One-Time Poem
Not just any spring, A human life is one-time – Love it as you can. ©2017, soulmary The post Day 15 – One-Time Poem appeared first on Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder.
View ArticleDay 17 – Dance, a haiku
Dance Petals twirl round mad Waltzing and foxtrotting in Breath-taking cadence. ©2017, MK The post Day 17 – Dance, a haiku appeared first on Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder.
View ArticleDay 18 – Life/Death
Of life, it’s easy to write. Of death – even easier. It’s the actions themselves That are hard to perform In a way that will make them Worthy the spill of that ink. ©2017, soulmary The post Day 18 –...
View ArticleDay 19 Memory
Memory of Wheat (shadorma) Each summer The ochre of wheat Wakes me up. Reminds me Of the fields I used to see When all earth was mine. ©2017, soulmary The post Day 19 Memory appeared first on Sweet and...
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