Shining Smile

I thought of giving Tetracyts a go after being inspired by a poem from one of my favourite blogger.

Tetractys is a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.

I encourage you to read Sam’s poem, it’s a good one. Check out her poem here.

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Smile

Shining

Oh so bright

Like the sunshine

I can make it through the day with that smile

©Maria Michaela

Age

A new age

A new chapter

You’ve gone through the pages

One after the other

On this new stage

May the seas be smoother

©Maria Michaela

Dragonfly – Rare Photo

Photo taken by my friend Kenzo.

Hello earthlings!

I’ve posted before a poetry about Dragonflies (see post here) and a more recent one titled Fireflies and Dragonflies (see post here) so when I was scrolling through my Facebook feeds and came upon this photo, I was so ecstatic!

It’s not easy to find dragonflies these days, specially where I live since it’s all houses. I got my friend’s permission to grab the photo and post it here. I just thought of sharing it with you all.

You can checkout and follow Kenzo on Instagram. Check his profile here.

Have a good day or night everyone!

Bibliophile

I built my castle on a land not too far away but hidden from the world

I’m no princess or queen, I’m no royalty

Just a bibliophile on an epic journey.

And if you must seek me

The clue is in the library

Between the pages of the books is where I will be

©Maria Michaela

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I love reading books. I have a number that I haven’t read yet. I’ve taken the opportunity of this lockdown to start reading some. The goal I set for myself is to read at least one book every week. So far, so good. How about you guys?

The Quiet One

They know me as the quiet one

And automatically they label me as serious

They don’t even become curious

To try and know me.

They say I’m the quiet one

And automatically they say I’m boring

They don’t care about knowing

What I might have to say.

Quiet ones don’t do much, they say

Quiet ones don’t have fun in any way

But we quite ones know better

©Maria Michaela

Bookmark

I have this favourite bookmark I’ve had for fifteen years now

Given to me by a really good friend

A plastic cover to try and preserve it somehow

So it won’t be ruined, wouldn’t easily bend

Always found between the pages of the book I’m currently reading

The bookmark is the book’s company

I sip my coffee, from time to time stopping

Knowing I could find my way back without agony

It’s a mark that doesn’t really leave a mark

The simple yet useful, bookmark

©Maria Michaela

The Witch

She wasn’t meant to fall in love

As she was known to be evil

She was meant to fly the skies above

And be chased with pitchforks, which was so medieval

She wasn’t destined to live happily ever after
She was destined to be defeated
She doesn’t deserve any laughter
And was always thought of as conceited

She wasn’t meant to look pretty
And people feared her
No one ever took pity
She was living in a blur

They all believed what they believed
And thought they were right
Not one thought they’ve been deceived
Because she was the witch, to be slain by a knight

©Maria Michaela

Morning Rain

Gently falling on the window pane

It came, the morning rain.

As fast as it came

It went away the same

Simply stopping by

And just as easily, said goodbye.

©Maria Michaela

Sadness

Too often do we seek sadness

We seek it in poetry

In songs

In stories

And yet, we crave for happiness

©Maria Michaela

Fireflies and Dragonflies

Where have they gone?

What have we done?

It’s been years since I’ve seen one

Dragons that roamed so freely before

The meadows and fields they used to explore

They’re now nearly gone, extinct, no more

Fireflies that lit up the night

So many they were, they shined bright

Nowadays, not one is insight

Fireflies and dragonflies seem like myths now

But I do hope they re-emerge, somehow

To see again the dragon’s wings and the fireflies’ light

That would be such a delight

©Maria Michaela