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Flavor of my days

Day8
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Sweet—
Your soft, gentle kisses on a bright, early morn
The wrap of your arms ‘round my waist when I pulled  you down for a cuddle
The warmth of your breath on my nape sending shivers along my spine
Your stare screaming of sweetness as I look at you in the eye
Bitter—
Your voice with a tang of anger on the night of our fight
The roughness of your touch as you pulled me into our couch
The cold silence between us with nothing but the ceiling and walls
Your stare piercing through my beating heart before you walked out of the door
Sweet—
The flowers and chocolates and teddy bear and the note outside my door
Saying you’re sorry and how you hold me dear; that last night you we’re a fool
The bacon and egg for our morning meal atop the table for two
And a cup of coffee with a heart on it, your way of saying ‘I love you so’
Bitter—
The long stretch of time as I wait for you on our table for two
My restless heart getting edgy as the clock strikes noon
The knock on our door by an officer saying how in a car crash, I lost you
The deafening sound of my anguish as I melt down the cold, hard floor

Bland—
The recent taste of my every day since the day that I’ve lost you
A brand new flavor to my day by day, in things that I say or do
With you my days were extra—extra bitter, extra sweet, or a mix of both
But now, without you they’re dull, weak, and tasteless; dismal and cruel.


Day 8 in Writing 201: Today is a day of melancholy, loss and, longing. I had this wild imagination that maybe in a parallel world, a version of me had gone through a tough time and lost the love of her life. (I know, cruel!) But anyway, this is her story and this is for her lost love.

Prompt: Flavor
Form: Elegy
Device: Enumeratio

Forlorn Nights

Day7
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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

Beautiful Mess

Day6


Our Day 6 in Writing 201 is all about Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus. I’ve written a lot about faces yet it’s my first time to do a found poetry and chiasmus. I intended to cut pieces from old magazines to make it look arty but I got swamped at work and had no time. Still, all ends well– thanks to Shakespeare and Hardy for letting me borrow their words. These poetry sages never did fail to amaze me. 🙂

Prompt: Faces
Form: Found Poetry
Device: Chiasmus

Sunset

Inspiration Call - Creative Talents Unleashed 6
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Tawny leaves below
Matched the ocher sky above
The sun will soon rest


Here’s a bit of fun for Creative Talents Unleashed prompt.

Inspiration Call: Write A Haiku Poem to this picture. Haiku’s are short poems that use sensory language to capture a feeling or image. They are often inspired by an element of nature, seasons a moment of beauty or a poignant experience.

If

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If the Earth is heaven and tears
Are glee, would you still fear?
If past is present and bad
Is good and those we call ‘sad’
Cease to exist, would things be clear?
If bland is sweet and beauty
Is flawed and I am you as you are me
Would it truly be fair?
Would it end despair?
Would we finally live in peace and serenity?


Our Writing 201 Day 4 assignment brought me back to my aimless musing of ‘what ifs’. But personally, I think perfection is a matter of POV– and so does imperfection.  Now, for the late entry, here’s my take. 🙂

Prompt: Imperfect
Form: Limerick
Device: Enjambment

Burning Fire

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Today I saw a maiden—her skin so fair and long blond hair scream of a youthful beauty; those rosy lips and blushing cheeks best the darling buds of May. But if I have to say what I truly see, it’s beyond a splendor that declines. For I have seen the burning fire boundless by death or time. I see her wound that left a scar and forever will leave its mark. I hear the sound of shattered glass ringing in my ears. And how her touch is a warm proof of how she fought the pain she bears inside. Today I saw a maiden—she prayed that I, too, be fearless and will never ever hide.


I love reading and listening to prose and spoken poetry though I’m not really good at both. So here goes my attempt to prose poetry with a blend of internal rhyme for our Writing 201 Day 3 assignment. 🙂

Prompt: Skin
Form: Prose Poetry
Device: Internal Rhyme

The Gift

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Many years have passed since I left,

In search for a certain gift
As worthy as one’s tears of joy
As prized as one’s last breath

Only to find it in a woman,

An image of love in every inch
Her beauty is eternal like an old photograph
Her heart is pure like a unicorn’s, and

Many years have passed since I found,

The world’s most cherished gift
Unparalleled, priceless, and singular
A treasure. A joy. And I call her ‘Mom’


Just recently, my mom celebrated her birthday and I can’t help but think of her with today’s prompt. She’s always been a gift to me and to our family, well, all moms are.

So here goes my Day 2 entry. A poetry sashimi to all moms out there! 🙂 🙂

Prompt: Gift
Form: Acrostic
Device: Simile

Screen

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Shackled by no chain
Shadowed figure still remained
Shagged shape sheared of gleam

With nothing but dark and light
With nothing but eyes and mind


If I were a student, my professor would probably be yelling at me right now– “You’re late!”. For days, my mailbox has been nothing but chaos and I lost most of my emails. Good thing I’ve found my Writing 201 assignments. Now, for the late entry, here’s my Day 1 poetry sashimi. 🙂

Prompt: Screen
Form: Tanka
Device: Alliteration

PS. forgive my alliteration, it’s my first time.

Costume Play

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At eight
She loved to watch
Fairytales and play Barbie dolls
She dreamed to
Wear some fancy dress; look so pretty
In her long blond hair
At twelve
Her feelings grew, she
Wanted to be and evil witch, too
To wind her hands and
Say a chant; turn a mouse
Into a saucer
At sixteen
In her sweetest year
Her world revolved in friends
And crushes; but never
Did she forgot her reveries of
Unicorns and horses
At eighteen
Priorities changed
School and papers are all that
Matter, her mind wandered from
Strange outfits, weapons
And vibrant characters
At twenty-two
She felt less true, before
Her computer and coffee mug
How she wished that she should’ve
Tried to pick a dress and
Act a character
At twenty-three
Yes, that’s me, yearning
For a second chance at life
To seize the day, take off this mask
Of conformity; for once
Play a costume right


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Lazy Learners.

“Is there something you’ve always wanted to learn but haven’t gotten around to? What is it and what’s stopping you from mastering the skill?”

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