Direction

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When I was young, I thought having a life dream is enough

Visionless, I’ve lost my way, thought I found it back, then lost again

Now I learn to trust my heart when deciding which path to take


The poem above is written following a sijo format. Sijo is the classic form of unrhymed poetry from Korea. Sijo poems have three long lines. Each line varies between 14 and 16 syllables, with the middle line the longest. The first line states a theme, the second line counters it, and the third line resolves the poem.

#NaPoWriMo2021 – LAST DAY!

This time I followed the prompt from napowrimo.net to write my closing poem for this memorable month. The prompt says to write a poem in the form of a direction to get to a particular place. It could be a real, an imaginary or unreal place.

It’s been fun, NaPoWriMo. My first time trying to write every day for a month. Not an easy one, but I’m happy to say that it’s a success!

Thursday Impression #106 – Mistakes

Time Paradox (a Fib)

Image taken from @SpaceLiminalBot at twitter

Time

helps

healing,

time too lost.

While paradox grins,

emptiness still waits…faithfully


#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 7. The prompt is to write a poem in the form of a Fib. A Fib is a six-line stanza, with 1/1/2/3/5/8 syllable counts.

Imagination


On a barren day like today
the lure nagged more than usual
gnawing the inside of my brain greedily
little I could do to stop it
I feel like grabbing the car key
take off without anything in hands
except an old heart and a pitiful mind
they're broken anyway, just like the rest 
what to lose	


On a gray day like today
would be nice to see colors again, perhaps
meeting and mixing new ones this time around, 
or walk bare feet on grass, the wind teasing and 
kissing my toes, I’ll happily let out a giggle
I think the world is calling but I’m frozen
deaf inside and outside, unable to move
what I would do to sit behind the wheel again
and drive away without destination in mind 
just let go 


#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 6 (no prompt)

MLMM Photo Challenge #361

Lost


Photo by Aaron Hilborn from Pexels

Was there ever a time
when we weren't lost?
When knowing exactly what we 
want was a snap of fingers
When people no longer dancing to
the tune of regrets or doubt
When desire no longer have to be caged
in our head, but free to explore anytime
When we fall in love without any worries the
ground beneath would disappear someday
When we don't ever have to ask again
why am I here

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 5 (prompt free)

Still An Icon

Image taken from @SpaceLiminalBot at twitter

it has its moment of glory
an icon representing its land
even a fame in the eyes of the world
what anyone would do 
to have an everlasting pic of its beauty
while being inside it, of course

but every accolade has an ending
time catches up sooner or later
new technology was introduced to the game
new creation to cover mankind's
never ending new demands
one no longer needs a red box to communicate

so we bid farewell to one usefulness
and welcome its new functions
a bookstore window
a mini convenient store
an aesthetic addition to a dull surrounding
an eye catching part of a museum

I do thank God sometimes 
for mankind's creativity

Image taken from culturetrip.com

Image taken from culturetrip.com

Image taken from culturetrip.com

The first image in this entry is the prompt for this poem, based on the instruction from #NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 4. The other 3 images are to supplement the poem.

The Old Bike


I used to have an old bicycle
and there was a time in my life
when many late afternoons
were spent on that bike 
exploring neighborhood after neighborhood 
following the direction where 
the sun was setting

It was as if I was searching for something 
though unclear what,
turning on what seems to be unending 
roads, bends, junctions, pathways 
but the more I pedaled that old bike
the more out of breath I became and
eventually confused in finding my way back

nowadays, on some days
it feels like I’m still riding that damn bike
absent mindedly still following where
the sun is setting

The poem above is responding to two prompts that I chose: bicycle and explore. I picked those two based on the instruction from #NaPoWriMo2021 for Day 3 (which will show on my blog as the entry for Day 4 because of the time difference in Asia and where the instruction came from, which I’m assuming from somewhere in the west part of the world).

The instruction says that we need to create our own “Personal Universal Deck,” and then to write a poem using it. Basically, I will need to choose 100 words on a 50 index cards or small pieces of paper (write one on the front and one on the back of each card/paper). Once I have my personal universal deck ready, I will shuffle it a few times and then select a card or two. Whatever words that are written on the card that I choose, they are it!

I thought it was a good idea. And it worked!

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 4.

Hope and Fear

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Think I’m losing it

My longing, unbearable  

Please don’t burn my dreams

This life you offer, cold void

How can I ever catch up


The poem above uses a Tanka form. I’ve written Tanka poems before that follow 5/7/5/7/7 syllable structure, but I never paid attention to the one unique characteristics of a Tanka poem as explained below (taken from Word Craft & Poetry’s Cheat Sheet :

Your tanka should be filled with poetic passion, including vivid imagery to make up both parts of the poem. The first three lines of the poem consist of one part and should convey a specific theme. The third line of your poem is the often where the pivot occurs, although it can happen anywhere. The pivot gives direction to your poem, whose meaning should be applied to the first two lines of your poem, as well as the last two lines so that your tanka can be read forward and backward.

So I tried to incorporate it this time and read it backward at the end. Think it works. Oh, and this time, I did the writing first and let the writing picked its image (check out my piece Random Thought to explain about this).

The poem above is in response to Tanka’s Tuesday Challenge #216 – Synonyms Only with Eager & Hope as the prompt.