Submission
I submit to your dominance
Like a foolish myrmidon
Jump in circle if you need—
This soul’s entangled to yours
My virtues are figments
Lost in the willowwacks
Your love enslaves me and
With a glint of utter fear
I tremble of being free
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Photo Credit: MKAphotography
In response to dVerse’s Quadrille: Fear hosted by Victoria C. Slotto and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #166 hosted by Yves.
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The Lies Of A Fool
Four days. It’s the fourth day since you left yet the flowers are still in full bloom. They bask under the sunrays with the colors of whites, greens, and purples. A madman would drink opium down to the last drop after a heartbreak and abdicate the lust for life. But not me. I only needed lies. Lies, you see, lessen the pangs of sadness. I will live with lies if it means climbing the stars with you. I will trick myself with a vague truth if only to get back to you. Back to where we started. A neolithic era of planting love with polished stones. And if, one day, you suddenly reappear, I will thank lies for being my nepenthe. The flowers will never perish and so will this fool.
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #164 hosted by Yves and Sunday Writing Prompt: Fine Dining Kitchen Tricks hosted by Pat of Scribbler’s Dipstick.
I managed to jump into blogosphere (after another hiatus) for a quick peak but when I saw Pat’s storyboard, I couldn’t help but write. Argh! Who could resist Bukowski?! ❤
Anyway here’s my take combining the two prompts. Though I’m not sure this has something to do with fine dining kitchen tricks. Hehe. Will be reading your posts in jiff!
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Mockery
I stand above the building of what seems like the edge of the world. The wind blows a soft hum as my eyes make love to moon. “Are you listening?”, my heart asks. Beneath me is a clutter of city lights— opaque and blurred. I pull for a stick of cigar but a crumpled paper falls out of my pocket instead. Ah, love breaks my bones but here I am laughing with cupid’s cabal. “Are you listening?”, this time it’s my voice. The moon is in absolute silence. An utter quiet that precedes a crackling mirth.
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In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #162 and Sunday Writing Prompt: Love Flowers hosted by Pat of Scribbler’s Dipstick.
This one is inspired by Bukowski’s quote: “Love breaks my bones and I laugh.”
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Love Blinded Us
love blinded us
like the sun shining on midday
and our eyes squint—
trying to make out the outline
and succumbing to the heat
love blinded us
like the headlights of a car
coming right at us in full speed,
too late to avoid the crash
so we face it head on
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter L.
Today’s photograph is entitled Love Blinded Us by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.
YAY! Let the challenge commence!
Death Of A Heart
You disarm me
The way Icarus defied reason
And dared to fly the sun
The way a moth fought the heat
To dance with the flame
Hold my hands
And my shield will crumble
Caving in to your stare
For darling, this heart beats for love
And will bleed for the same thing
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter D.
Today’s photograph is entitled Bleeding Heart by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.
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Disillusion
I no longer chase men
Or strive to tie a broken string
This heart will not set sail again
On the ocean that took them away
Nor will I mirror past mistakes
For I have come to admit:
Whatever leaves, leave.
Whatever stays, stay.
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
In response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Mirror hosted by Sumana and and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #157 by Nekneeraj. Also an allusion to The Daily Post: Acceptance.
River Flows in Me
I dipped my feet in the river
Where our love was baptized
Felt the rush of the water
I was left hypnotized
What could have gone wrong?
What could have we done?
When all we have was one love
Under the shining sun
Was all the fight not worth it?
Where was the love we breathed?
Have let go of our fate?
And succumbed to hate?
I thought our love was endless
Like the river to the sea
But while streams thread the mountains
A river flows in me…
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Image Source: Favim
In response to dVerse’s Poetics: The River hosted by our guest, Paul Dear.
At first I was thinking of writing about my recent trip for today’s prompt but a single speck of dust that goes by the name of Gina has already wrote what my heart would want to say. Please shower her some love and read her piece, The River. 🙂
Meanwhile, this piece is inspired by one of my favorite music from Yiruma entitled, River Flows in You. This song, though only played without words, begins and ends with so much emotion in every key. Have a lovely evening! ❤
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Luna(cy)
Two feet trudge towards the yew tree
Grasses, silver-green in the night, prickling her soles
Looking up, in toes pale and cold,
She whispers a psittacism that sounds like froth
People mock her lunacy
But the moon hears a prayer that no one heeds.
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Illustration by Tang Yau Hoong
In response to dVerse’s Quadrille: Whisper quadrille hosted by De and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #138
Let’s softly sneak in the word whisper. Or shout it. Noun it. Verb it. Slip it an extra letter or two. 🙂
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The Folly of Two
Two meager sparks—
Smoldering remains of a dying fire
Flickering and calling for the day to fade
Into the night
Two scapegraces—
Queasy from parapraxis
Feigning perfection amidst nicotine
And quarter life
Enacting a fusion of opposites
Right and wrong
Truth and lies
White and black
Fire and ice
They say love was our connecting bridge—
Hearts race, hands slitter
No, folly was.
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Photography by Natalia Drepina
In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: Bridge hosted by Lillian and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #137 by Yves and Photo Challenge #147 by Nekneeraj.
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