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 http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 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 http://www.napowrimo.net, but I think I’m not ready yet. I’ll just write the way I fee like writing one. 

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 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 http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2017.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 23: Sa Gitna ng Kamatayan

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Another off prompt and late post for NaPoWriMo.
Sa Gitna ng Kamatayan (In the Midst of Death) was written during the time of confusion and desperation to escape from a system of wear and tear. It’s a point in life when I realized that we are living in a system that really kills the ‘human’ in us. The graveyard where we live is not easily seen because we are so engrossed with material things and false symbols of accomplishment that the media has been feeding us ever since. We are so much engrossed that we forget to search for what really satisfies the soul.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 17: On the day she left

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On the day she left
All colors began to fade
Achromatism at its best
Black and white
My only friends

On the day she left
I saw my soul flew away
Withdrew from everyone
Stayed in the shadow
Played with the id

On the day she left
Anomie is what I became
Fear of freedom was consuming
Determinism enraged me
Depression entered in

On the day she left
I knew it was the death
Of a life entwined to her
Of a layer so close to my soul
Of a reality that was never there

On the day she left
My actual self was exposed
Naked and so cold
Freezing hard I just can’t move
Fight or flight, I just can’t choose

On the day she left
There’s an ending I had to narrate
A new beginning I had to declare
A persona that needs to be worn
Catharsis has to be savored

It’s the 17th day of NaPoWriMo! The prompt is to find at least 10 words from a specialized dictionary and write a poem that incorporates them. I chose the dictionary of psychology because, well, do I really have to go far? I have one on my shelf and several on my e-book list, and I use them a lot for work and graduate school.

Photo taken from here.

 

 

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It is always sunny and hot
In this place of fields 
and sugar cane
Wild flowers on the corner
Cosmos and Zinnia everywhere

Everyday you can race
Run for the dragonfly
Or run from the bees
At night you’ll choose to sit
Enjoy the fireflies become fairies

All the houses are bungalow
Built with hollow blocks
All painted in white
On their fences you’ll see
Hanging orchids are bowing free

It’s a habit by almost everyone
Waking up earlier than the sunrise 
Be greeted by fog and morning dew
Others just sit to sip from a cup
Others sweep to gather leaves up

No notable kind from animalia
Just stray dogs that visit every home
Stray cats making observations
Also some sparrows that tresspass
On your roof is where they build their homes

It’s a place where dreams start to sprout
Chidlren dream more than flying their kites
Parents hope of good life for their youngs
New couples look forward to forever
A single lady is on her way to see more

When the time came for me to leave
I took nothing but all the memories
From my first day and first night
Until the end point that marks goodbye
I just sat and prayed,
Thank you Lord for this wonderful place.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 14:

The prompt for the 14th day is to write a san san.  “The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.”

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A san san “inspired” by writer’s block, whic took me hours to write. The three repetitive words are nothing, dry and write.