As we are fast crossing over the first third of this challenge, I would like to make a quick recap and give big thanks to all bloggers who joined:
and Jonathan at noblethemes who completed his own 7-day challenge.
If I’ve missed someone, please comment so I can add you to the list and thank you 🙂
I’m really honored to have you all by my side in this challenge and I truly hope that it will contribute to your writing and blogging practice.
I do follow all the blogs in the challenge, yet I sometimes don’t manage to comment on each progress, but be sure that I read and enjoy every poem and verse.
Considering my own progress, hmm, what can I say? I’ve been having some sleeping problems lately and I am not so inventive in my writing as I hoped. Maybe in the last couple of days I have bored you, my dear readers, with too much descriptions and not the actual plot…but we are coming there! I can assure you that 🙂
Thanks for everyone who is following my poem and supporting – now I can see how beautiful and encouraging is to have a wonderful writing community, like here on the wordpress.
And here is the day 10 of the 31daypoem (which I’m yet to name – any suggestions? 🙂 )
I may not know your name yet,
but I dream of warm, delicate sunset
where I sense you in the sweetness
of summer watermelons
you are too far, distant to fetch
like stars, my hands unable to catch.
I may not know the color of your eyes,
but I would recognize your kindness,
a tender gesture of a stranger passing by
when tired day spits me out
and my heavy, wrinkled sigh is caught
in a gentle grip and contagious smile.
I may not know of your past
but I would hear your silent prayer
where you long for fragile moments
those diamond years crushed to dust,
for missed glittering winter dawns,
erased touch, forgotten so fast.
I may not know your language yet,
but you and only you would understand
the story I’m about to tell:
a story of a girl who’s eagerness ignites
leaves the trail of light behind.
Feathered step, rose petals that excite
like butterfly dance in the stormy wind
tempestuous emotion, shown for a second
a scent, a hint, exhilarating
sting to any sleepy heart
awakening love buried deep,
mending hope that’s teared apart.
Her soul is moon, faint and dim
as seen through tree branches,
but soft and inviting, staunchest
in any life mystery.
Her hair like a wavy tapestry
of cascading Irish basalt
frames her silky face,
cherry lips, slightly apart
with each breath tremble,
like a leaf on a sudden breeze.
Her eyes, deep green
mountain lakes hide secret,
fragments of fear, haunted
deer in the spring meadow,
which only men with pure intentions
could comprehend, could see.
She is small, spindle and thin
always accompanied by a shadow
of red umbrella, bouncing in her hand
as she collects rain and white pebbles
at the nearby river bank. Her dress,
neatly ironed, patchworked cotton
apostrophizes her hourglass shape.
An ivory button adorns
her neck as collar lace
over-brims her firm breasts.
And also something shiny,
an ikon, heavy but tiny
that rests on her belly
while she sleeps
and sometimes dangles,
swings like a pendulum
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