Writing 101, Poetry : Farewell

Doesn’t mean goodbye forever

We will cross path again

I don’t know when, but I know I see you again

Don’t be sad or shed a tear

I’ll always be there with you

In your heart, in your dreams, and in our memories we had together.

 

Write a poem about a farewell today: perhaps this image may bring back memories of loved ones who passed, or revive memories of those that departed from our lives. Or you could focus on the more mundane, but still powerful moments of your daily goodbye rituals, whether it’s a friend, partner, or member of your family.

Writing 101, Poetry: Camouflage

The issues are camouflage

But what do you see?

Probably not the same as what I see.

Camouflage with racism the denial of reality of this world.

Or is it me whom is blind and can’t see right through the camouflage.

 

“Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we conceal.” — Russell Lynes

For today’s poem, take inspiration from camouflage — you may apply it in any way you like, whether you write about visual or social dissimulation, or focus on the way we hide our myriad emotions, actions, and reactions. What would be your ultimate smokescreen, concealment, or mask?

Writing 101, Poetry : Beloved

Is there a math equation?

Do I need to solve X to find the Beloved for me?

I still don’t know.

Is there a book for dummies cause I have no clue.

How do I begin to find that one beloved? or are there two, wink:)

Days goes to weeks, weeks to month, and month to years

Is there a beloved out there for me?

To have a beloved or not to be beloved

Maybe this world hasn’t one for me.

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.

Writing 101, Poetry : Seconds

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

Looking inside a brown dirty box

Filled with seconds and seconds to look at.image_update_img

Days and years with cheers and joy

Reflecting  on the days we were

just young boys and girls.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Wishing I could go back

“Life moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.” – Paulo Coelho

A new life sees the world for the first time. Simultaneously, another life takes its final breath.

A passenger that was supposed to board a plane was one second late. Hours later, the plane went missing, the passenger saved.

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.

Writing 101, Poetry: Sleep

Awhile I sleep, my dog sleep too.

the world continues on.

good morning! good afternoon!

I sleep on and dream.

Souls greeted in heaven.

Egg and sperm meet, conception.

life continues on.

The hunter, the great bear revolve above me.

The sun and moon chasing each other across the sky.

I sleep and the world continues on.

earthquake rumbles, volcanoes erupting, thunder roaring, rain beating

mother nature throwing a fuss.

I sleep and dream,

My dog sleep and dream, but the world continues on.

Good night! Good night!

 

Sleep: a world where our thoughts rule.

A place where reality is overshadowed by dreams.

A time when we transport our soul from the real world to the virtual.

For some, the hours we spend asleep, alone and in peace, are the best of the entire day; for others, whether haunted by nightmares or unable to fall asleep in the first place, not so much.

It’s time to think deeply about sleep. Dive into the pool of night and let whatever it is you find there take poetic form. (I hope this prompt doesn’t make an insomniac out of you!)

Writing 101,Poetry : Magic

Hello, Grabbing you by the spine.

I open your hard case

Reading your words, sentences, paragraphs and pages.

Processing each to create a image in my head.

laughing, crying, feeling sad, understanding as I flip through your fibrous material.

Being an outside observer to the character(s) you harbor.

When their journey comes to end, so does your.

As close your hard shell and return you where we first met.

 

 

 

 

It’s the end of the year. Nature is already entering its revolution phase: hibernation in the Northern Hemisphere, burning heat in the Southern. It’s the magic of life. Like Mother Nature, you too can give your life a new beginning.

What magic have you accomplished in the past year? Be it small or grand, it’s worth celebrating in a poem!

You can write about something you did that made you feel young again, or maybe about that difficult undertaking you finally completed. (I, for example, mastered French lemon meringue pie; as we say here, “it wasn’t cake.”) You might also take inspiration from a dream that came true, or from a difficult situation resolved in a fairytale-like ending. Of course, everyday magic (or even failed magic) works too!