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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.


Smile

Shining

Oh so bright

Like the sunshine

I can make it through the day with that smile

©Maria Michaela

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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


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?

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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

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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

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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

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Hot, Hot, Hot

Never has the summer been

As hot as it is now,

If you go out it’ll hurt your skin

It might even scorch your brow.

Heat index at 50 degrees

That’s Celsius and not Fahrenheit,

But still wouldn’t you agree

That, that is hot alright!

Can’t get to the beach to cool off

Or to the mall for some cold air,

If only we could get out, just blastoff

And feel the wind in our hair.

I fix instead some cold drink

One glass, then two, then three

This will do for now, I think

Until again the heat makes me thirsty.

©Maria Michaela

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I Miss The Sea

metal stairs underwater
Photo by Francesco Ungaro on Pexels.com

Sitting on the side of the boat

The sun, hot and cruel

I dip my feet on the water

Where it feels cool

My sunglasses on,

I looked up at the sky

Not a cloud in sight

I let out a little sigh

Not because I don’t like the view

But because none of it is true

I wish I was out there enjoying the sea

Swimming or floating along

But right now it’s important to stay at home

This is where I currently belong

Summer is here, yet inside I stay

Dreaming of the waves, the sand, and the salty air

Looking forward to the day when this is all over

Oh yes! To dream, I dare.

©Maria Michaela

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I Rise With The Moon

A friend of mine posted a photo of the super pink moon and captioned it, “I rise with the moon”. I thought that it would be a great title for a poem. So here goes…

The sun dips in the horizon while the moon is slowly rising

And with it my soul awakens.

The darkness stretches, as do I…

The world would have been blanketed by darkness except the moon was shining bright.

I shine my own smile back to the moon and together, hand in hand, we light up the night sky.

©Maria Michaela