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Coruscant Soul

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Artwork by Demar Douglas

Coruscant Soul
A Free Verse

Forces of the world
Hammered her soul—
Failures, setbacks, and life’s puzzles
Failures burnt in smoldering heat
Shackled by setbacks, constant defeat
Lost in the void of life’s puzzles
Yet she surfaced like a crystal
Shining after searing fire—
Glaring and bright
A coruscant soul
Forged after chains of
Breakdowns and cries.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to Shapeshifting 13 #52 KICKOFF: This week, in exactly 52 words, your challenge is to write a story or poem inspired by and using the following word(s):

“FORCE” & “CORUSCANT”

April has been a hiatus for me and I only managed to finish two colors (Red and Orange) for  the series, Ghouls on Rainbows. This month, may the force be with us all so we may dwell in blog-o-sphere in peace and harmony. *fingers crossed* Happy to be back in the shapeshifting world! 😀

Another Chance

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“They’re furious, Apollo. Gaea and Poseidon are gnashing their teeth, fuming with wrath for mankind’s disregard and disrespect. My wind has carried troubling news from the south that Gaea has cooled down her magma and Poseidon has lessened the pressure of rivers and dams. If this persist—

“Insolent fools, these humans are!” Apollo interfered Boreas’ discourse angrily. “After years of dumping wastes in the oceans and clearing the Earth’s forests on a massive scale, this is expected. I, myself, am blamed for warming the globe when, if fact, it is them who burned those fossil fuels. Why should we care? Even your winds, my kind-hearted friend, weren’t left untainted.”

Boreas looked mournfully at Apollo, his eyes filled with tears. “But they are ours to tend and foster.”

“With that… humans better know their place.” Apollo said with a disdainful smirk and a sigh. “For now, blow your winds Boreas. Let them hear your howl of sympathy and feel your gust of kindness. I will try and persuade the two to give mankind yet another chance.”

Word Count: 175


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thanks PJ for another fun prompt. ❤❤❤

This one is inspired by the recent red alert on PH’s power supply and some other distressing news about climate change, deforestation, and pollution. When will this end? I do not know.

The whole Philippine power grid was placed under red alert on Friday, as the sweltering heat drove electricity demand to a new record high amid thinning supply. –ANC, The World Tonight

Enjoy more stories here:

Keys

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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


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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!

A is for Augenblick

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/ˈaʊɡənblɪk/, /aʊɡənˈblɪk/;
Unlike our English “moment” which rather vaguely designates any brief temporal interval, Augenblick suggests the lived and limited period of a blinking of the eyes, or perhaps the duration bounded by two such blinks.

As the cold morning breeze kisses on my cheeks
Upon seeing you, a familiar chill on me sneaks
My past and present fought to a bitter-sweet end
Then came realization: this heart has yet to mend

Astounded when our eyes met, I don’t know what to do
It’s been five years and counting since I let go of you
It’ll be a lie, I know, to say that the feeling’s gone
When I could spend the day with you beneath the sun

I was left dumbfounded, couldn’t utter a single word
My courage sank to zero; I seem to have lost my sword
I breathed the air between us on that tiny wisp of time
Tried not to waste a blink, gazed at you one last time


For the A to Z challenge, I’ll be sharing new found words with a poem. Happy Poetry Month, blogosphere! 😘😘😘

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Read more 2016 A to Z Challenge entries here!

Begin Again

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Copyright Jean L. Hays

Once a man was fleeing from all that haunted him. A girl, so dear, he relinquished, in search for inner peace and bliss. For eons he rummaged the heart of metropolis to the bounds of this concrete jungle, but found nothing until one day he looked into a café. And all sense and folly dawned on him— the very thing he was looking for, he had it all along. Then forever and after, he walks into cafés, hoping she’d magically appear just like before. Strumming a guitar, their eyes would meet,

…and he would watch it all begin again.

Word Count: 100


Better late than never! Here is for Friday Fictioneers’ weekly prompt.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 100 words or less.

Enjoy more stories here. Happy new year! 🙂

To a love signed and sealed

I remember a girl I once knew. She’s a kind and gentle one, almost too good to be true. She loves her family more than anyone else and her friends more than herself. She treats everyone nicely and have such strong faith in God. I‘ve always admired her, envy her even for I know I can never have a heart as pure as hers. I almost couldn’t believe we’d be very good friends and it’s something that I’ll forever be grateful with.

I remember all our dreams, all those genuine wishes of a beautiful future and even the crazy, far-fetched ones. All those innocent dreams we marvel that the stars in the night sky bear witness– the lives we‘re gonna live, the jobs we’re gonna have, person we’re gonna be, and the love we’re gonna find.

Love. Love is something I am yet to understand but it is something that I am glad she has found. I could still remember her first smile as a woman in love and her tears as her heart broke into pieces. I couldn’t be any more proud seeing her battle the fears and doubts of falling in love. She made me believe in second chances, a chance to allow yourself be happy again.

Then came her knight in shinning armor. Everybody knows how much he loves her. It, too, was quite a wait and I admire him for that. My hopeless romantic in a nutshell celebrates in delight as these two love birds sealed their promise of love.

 

I wish you well on your day 1 Mr. and Mrs. Ladera and to the days onwards. Sorry Ritch. There is a myriad of memories and feelings that words cannot condense and it‘s somewhat frustrating that I cannot say this to you myself. I’m afraid I‘ve never been a good friend enough because lately I haven’t seen neither your smiles nor your tears. Unlike before, I know nothing about anything anymore. I hope you forgive me and I hope know that I love you. Always. It breaks my heart not being able to hug you on your special day. I missed so many things yesterday, most of all, I missed seeing how happy you are. I promise, though, to see you through your happily ever after from now on. God bless you and JJ. 😥 ❤


Credits to Ralph Piezas for taking these photos. Beautiful. Thank you.

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