NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017 Entry # 5

Little by little the sun rays making waves
Running and rushing down to the ground
Where we stand with dreamlike stares
The horizon is aglow, burning, sparkling
Our souls are racing out from our eyes
Heading towards the less travelled path
With our bodies drenched out of blood
We walk back to the place of buildings and blocks
Hollowed, lifeless, hopeless, and dreamless

Inspired by a video clip I watched about how the dictates of society rob us of our creativity and dreams.
© Kristel Rose and, 2017.


NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017 Entry #3

Inspired by Hanna Schmitz from the novel The Reader

Let her spirit float
Above all the letters and words
And books and poems and songs
She cannot read on her own

Remember the moments passed
When she asked someone to read outloud
All the books and words and songs
She cannot read on her own

It’s a secret she cannot tell
Would rather be jailed than to reveal
Her dark secret and lies
On how she cannot read on her own

Now she is free and light
And her body not held tight
She welcomed death on a stride
So she can read on her own
© Kristel Rose and, 2017

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Entry #2

Little birds fly high

The sky’s so deep to fathom

When will the rain start to pour?

NOTE: I really want to respond to the prompt from, but I think I’m not ready yet. I’ll just write the way I fee like writing one. 

© Kristel Rose and, 2017

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017 Entry #1

Karipas ang takboMula sa libu-libong

Ala-ala mong
Nakaukit ng mariin
Sa bawat hiwa
Ng utak ko
At liko
Ng puso ko
At daluyan
Ng dugo ko

English translation:

Running fast
From the thousand
Memories that are
Sculpted so hard
On every crease
Of my brain
On turns
Of my heart
Where my
Blood flows

© Kristel Rose and, 2017.

English translation:

You just smiled

While walking backwards

Walking away from the person you dreamed of

Counted every step

Until you turned around

And went to a new direction
*prompted by a tv drama scene I watched last night. It is about accepting that some love stories never get to be told because they will never happen. You just go on happily, knowing that it will be part of your life, of your person, because that’s just how life is.

© Kristel Rose and, 2017.

I just finished reading Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Burried Giant last week, and the novel deeply touched my heart. The themes of forgetting, remembering, and forgiving gave me a few days of reflection about my relationships with the significant persons in my life. So, I made a poem, about choosing to remember and accept that people make mistakes, and we all have our own share of imperfection.

© Kristel Rose and, 2016.