Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul




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I hold the keys to your heart
But afraid to choose one
For I only have this last chance

Spent a lifetime to get a chance
Poured my soul— my whole heart
Love, you are my only one

Let my heart and yours be one
Take my hand, give this love a chance
Hear my voice— my beating heart

With these keys I’ll gamble my heart; love, give me one last chance.

Poetry Form: Tetrina


Day 7:  Today, write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.

Read more 2016 NaPoWriMo entries here!



I have told you so,

Didn’t I? That I love you

Oh, most ardently

If you only take the time

To see with your heart, not mind

I have told you, too

Didn’t I? That I would stay

‘Til the end of time

If you only take the risk

And give this true love a chance

I have always said,

Didn’t I? I’ll prove you wrong

And I’ll hold those hands

Make you trust in love again

We won’t be broken though bent

And I will tell you

Over and over, my love

You are my beloved

Until these words pierce through you

Until you love me back, too

And my late posts for Writing 101: Poetry continues. Prompt 7 is a courtesy of Vijaya Sundaram. My hopeless romantic soul dance in glee for this prompt. I think I may have been a man in my past life for I could write poems from a man’s perspective. 😀 YAY!~

Day 7: Beloved

Something about the very word “beloved” causes a frisson in us. Out of the people that matter to you, who matters the most? Whom do you love, or whom have you loved more than anyone else? What does the word “beloved” summon up in your imagination? What songs, poems, stories, movies spring to mind? Who is your beloved?

Today, write a poem celebrating your beloved. It does not have to be a specific person — you could address an imaginary beloved from the future who’s waiting for you. You could take on the persona of a well-known mythological or historic character and address her or his beloved in your poem. You could create a new type of lover and beloved.

Seconds: A Vignette

It’s a shame I didn’t get a chance to partake in our Writing 101: Poetry course until the very end.  It would have been a tremendous experience for me, well, it still is (though I only managed to sit and write until DAY 3). 😀 I guess WORK got its toll and defeated the poet inside me during that time.

Currently, I have 22 pending post in my drafts, some of which were for this course. I know it’s TOO LATE but it would be as waste not to share them. So here goes something… 🙂 🙂


In a gaze, a startling meeting of the eyes

Two hearts stopped drumming; a sudden smile

Two hour hands slowed and came to a halt

Two souls collided and shared a divine dance

And in that second, a fleeting moment in time

Forever started and ended at once

Hearts resumed beating; hour hands began ticking

Two souls too frightened, let their chance slip by

Day 4: Seconds

Prompt 4 is a courtesy of a lovely friend, Rosema of A Reading Writer. DANK JE WEL! 🙂

Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.

On taking chances

Written for Creative Talents Unleashed’s Inspiration Call.

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Too afraid to fall
She never did get a chance
To fly or to land

In life and love, we’ve all came to this point. How did you take the chance?


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