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Nostalgia

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Nostalgia

Ang dalisay na hangin,
Sa aking pisngi dumadampi
Mga huni ng ibon,
Sa aking paggising inaawit
Ang amoy ng kape
Na timpla ni nanay
At mga halakhak
Ng aking tatay—
Ito ay ilan lamang sa binabalikan
Ng aking pusong nangungulila

~English Translation~

The undiluted wind
That kisses my cheeks
The bluebirds’ hymn
As I wake
The sweet aroma
Of mother’s coffee
And my dear father’s
Lively laughter—
These are just few things
My longing heart wants to relive

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Favim


Today’s Filipino word prompt is “dalisay” which means “pure or undiluted”.

Come on! Write a poem or a fiction
Snap a photo under the sun
A six-word tale or a long post, perhaps?
Let’s all get word-high this July!

Want to join the fun? Find the prompt words HERE! Don’t forget to pingback & use the tag WordHighJuly. Mazel tov! 😉

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Q is for Querencia

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Querencia is a metaphysical concept in the Spanish language. The term comes from the Spanish verb “querer,” which means “to desire.” Querencia describes a place where one feels safe, a place from which one’s strength of character is drawn, a place where one feels at home.

We never had towering buildings to flaunt
Nor streets packed with Mercedes or Ford
Nor brightly-lit houses in a subdivision
Not even a lavish meal on our table
But we do have trees soaring to the sky
And an unpaved road as we fly our kites
A horror story on our candle-lit nights
Oh, and freshly picked veggies for us to dine

A small town, that is where I’m from
Long stretches of mountains, rivers, and lands
The minty scent of summer leaves
Giggles and laughter beneath the heat
No concrete jungle of white and gray
No rush hours or chasing deadlines
No wariness or faking smiles

A small town, that is where I’m from


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Freedom

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Oil Painting by Thomas Kinkade

Streaks of morning light

Chirping birds in the sky

A smell of coffee in the air

The melody of church bells

Children’s laughter nearby

Loud screams of delight

Waking to my father’s voice

And to my mother’s smile

In another world it is darker
Dimmed by anguish and war
In another world people suffer
Chained by fear and scar

But in this world the sky is clear

Birds chirp; children laugh

In this world the church bell rings

My father sings; my mother smiles

And how I wished to spend a lifetime

Where angels of mirth dance in glee

In a small world that I call, Home

Where I am boundless and free


Last Friday, I’ve decided to post my unpublished poem, Seconds: A Vignette,  for our Writing 101: Poetry course. As a continuation, I am posting yet another LATE entry for our Day 5 prompt (a courtesy of Imposiblebong of My Own Private Idaho). This is the one I wrote last Christmas, during my two-week long holiday vacation. A time when I was in a state of blissful freedom. 🙂 🙂

Day 5: Freedom

Freedom is a fundamental need. It is so powerful that nations go to war for it. People engage in both despicable and heroic deeds to gain it. In the name of freedom we suffer, make sacrifices, and attempt to perform miracles. For freedom we are willing to lose everything and risk our lives, since no life really is one without freedom.

What freedom means is open to interpretation, which is why it’s been a recurring subject in art. In today’s poem, share your take on freedom. While you’re at it, be fearless with your thoughts. Don’t hold back. Unleash your emotions and be honest with yourself. Uncensored writing coming from the heart often produces the most amazing read.

Forlorn Nights

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She walked to the door of emptiness
Her spirit is weary and tired
Looking through the side of her windowpane
She reckoned to call it a night
Her home is thousands of miles away
How she misses their kisses and smile
But she carries on and lives day by day
Making each day worth her while
She lives with a pair of zombies
And a neighborhood of varied worlds
A pair—
Who sleeps in her early morn
But wakes by the time she snooze
Neighbors—
Breathing with nameless faces
As she watched them come and go
And back at the windowpane, her eyes closed,
When the sun shines in the morrow
She vowed,
She’ll start anew.


I live oceans away from home, amidst the concrete jungle and city lights. But no matter how lively this city may be, I still crave for those peaceful nights back at home. This is the story of my life, oh well, the story of most of my nights. Here’s for Day 7 Writing 201 task. 🙂

Prompt: Neighborhood
Form: Ballad
Device: Assonance

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The town has become quiet and dark; and the shadows seemed oddly forbidding. The only thing that illuminates the murky evening was a cruise ship docked by the marina.

A sudden wave of homesickness hit her in a flash—not the kind that makes you gloomy and miserable—but the kind that reminds you of who you once were.

Every night she would crawl into this wharf, doing her best to remember. Remember the footsteps, the words said, and what it sounded like when her dad gets home; back to the age of princesses, when her mom calls her pumpkin as she kiss her under the glowing moon.

She felt a twinge– a strange and baffling twinge that she had never felt before. Now, more than ever, she longed to be transported into that peaceful modest place, to saunter, to take a key from her pocket and open the bedroom door, to sit by the hearth, to wrap her arms around them, and to stay there ad infinitum.

But as to when she will leave this town, she does not know.

She stared at the docked cruise ship, wondering if it’ll take her home.

Home. Where is home?

Word Count: 198


Ever since I started living oceans away from my family, I’ve always had this aching nostalgia whenever I see piers and ships. “There’s no place like home” – so they say; and it’s such a lump in the throat missing the old times.

Here’s for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more stories here. 🙂

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