Do You Remember Heathcliff?

Today’s poetry resource is a series of Twitter accounts that tweet phrases from different poets’ work. The Sylvia Plath Bot, as you might expect, tweets snippets of Plath. @PercyBotShelley tweets Shelley, @ruefle_exe tweets bits of Mary Ruefle’s poems, and @carsonbot and @sikenpoems send into the world small fragments of the work of Anne Carson and Richard Siken.

Day 8 NaPoWriMo

For this prompt, I am using a tweet from @carsonbot
“the base of the neck to the end of the spine which he can cause to shiver like a root in the rain”

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Do you remember how Heathcliff
passionately loves Catherine?
the first time he laid his eyes on her?
It causes her to shiver
like a root in the rain
from the base
of her neck
to the end of
her spine

 

Do you remember how Heathcliff
declared he indeed loves Catherine?
that she is his soulmate,
united to him
in eternity?

 

It made her love him
so intensely that
she claims they
are the same
person
one

 

Do you remember how you gave
“Wuthering Heights” while
we were walking
along the busy
street of
*Recto?

 

It causes me to shiver
like a root in the rain
from the base
of my neck
to the end of
my spine

 

Do you remember Heathcliff?
because I remember
him in you
I am your  **Catherine,
you are my **Heathcliff
but unlike them
together we
will be
In love forever.

 

 

Note.
**Heathcliff, the protagonist of Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte), is well-known as a romantic hero due to his undying love for Catherine.

*Recto is one of the busiest streets along with University Belt in Manila, Philippines

 

Your Body is my Muse (double mirror oddquain)

Your Body is my Muse

I
Trace every silhouette there is
My hands move slowly
As I grasped
You

My
Lips met yours my dear
It’s where eternity and
Forever
Meets

We
Collide while our body moves
Slowly as we catch
Our breath to
Hold

That
One moment of love
Binds our hearts for forever
Hold me for
Once.

 

10-line Poem Challenge #22: Mirror Oddquain

Last week we studied the Mirror Cinquain. So based upon what you know about the cinquain, and about mirrors, what do you suppose a Mirror Oddquain looks like?

You may remember that a Cinquain has a syllabic count of 2-4-6-8-2. Well, an Oddquainhas a similar structure, only there is an odd number of syllables on each line. Thus, the Oddquain is formed with 1-3-5-7-1 syllables. You may thank Glenda L. Hand for this form.

The Oddquain may have several variations.

Oddquain Sequence — a poem made up of 2 or more Oddquain stanzasCrown Oddquain — a 5-stanza Oddquain sequenceReverse Oddquain — a 5-line poem with line lengths of 1-7-5-3-1 syllablesMirror Oddquain — a 2-stanza Oddquain sequence, where the second is reversedOddquain Butterfly — a “Merged Mirror Oddquain,” where the two stanzas of the Mirror Oddquain are merged together and one of the middle 1-syllable lines is dropped, forming a 9-line poem. It looks best when centered on the page.

All of these are listed here for your reference, but today we will look in depth at the only variation that falls into the category of a decastich, and that is the Mirror Oddquain.

In summary, the Mirror Oddquain is

• A decastich (10-line poem) written in two stanzas.
• Syllabic count: 1-3-5-7-1, 1-7-5-3-1
• It should express a complete thought and may be on any theme and express any mood.
• Rhyme is optional

It’s Your Turn!

Now it’s time for you to write a Mirror Oddquain. Here are a few suggestions to get you started:

Choose a topic. It can be anything. If you’re struggling for an idea, you might consider the Daily Prompts from The Daily PostDON’T worry about rhyme, as it’s not necessary here.DO keep a handle on the syllable count for each line.Try to avoid filler words. Instead, use a thesaurus to find precise words that give you the right syllable count for each line.Feel free to make the words of the poem reflect themselves, if you so desire.And of course, when you are finished, share your poem with the rest of us.

Don’t know how? Follow these simple steps…

Write your blog post.Include the tag Decastich Challenge or 10LPCInclude a pingback/link to this post in your post so I can find you.Publish your post.

Run Away

Run Away

I.
I hold on really for so long
But that damn feeling, so strong
I don’t know why but i tried
To run away and hide

II.
I run my thoughts on you
Wishing i’ll get over through
But its so hard, really tough
You have tied my heart real tight

Chorus

I wanna run away and hide
I will run away till i get tired
Of longing and of wanting
Of wishing and of hoping
Cos baby please be mine
Even in the silence of my heart

III.

I saw you pretty close this time
You were stairing at me like your mine
Intensely wanting as i was waiting
Behind me is your beloved coming

Repeat chorus

Bridge

So i run away and hide…but i keep coming back ….into the silence of my heart….

Into the silence of my heart…

 

 

P.S.

This is still a continuation of the cafeteria story…from my previous post

Pain

Stealthy pains
Furtive lies
Secret implies

I am bleeding.
I am hurting.

From a distance

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.

Day 19 Prompt: Pain Told Love by Tribe Society

Till Then

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Parting is such a sweet sorrow
So do now I know.

Adieu, goodbye
Now I can’t stay.

Gone, mislaid
Till then I said.

Affectionate, adoring
Forever falling.

Remember me with a smile
So you are glad for a while.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow
Surely now I know.

 

 

P.S

This one is for Robin a wonderful follower who requested a poem. For you, Robin may love to be with you..forever

 

Antithesis

I am no angel; I am no saint.
But you made me wanna be one.
I am best at words; worst at logic.
But you made me wanna learn.

You are antithetical of me.
A rundown of what I loath.
You give me tough love.
Expressed sternly.

But as one we loved,

A love that cannot be broken,

Even when we part.

 

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You

 

You are my happy memory of the past,

The joyful moment of the present,

And the hope and promise of the future..

 

 

 

 

Why

Why
Often
Asked when hurt
Answers needed
To feel better then
The agony within
Excruciatingly painful
Harrowing, wrenching, torturous
Satisfying one’s pain, one’s disdain
Why, is all we have but not for so long.

 

P.S.

We have so many questions in life. When I was a child I had chores to do after school. I asked why. I sometimes did not like doing it because of my free spirit who actually wanted to read and imagine things around.

I grew up always asking “why” on anything. I speak my mind and I always want answers for all of my questions.

As I grew older, however, I realized that not all questions have answers nor, not all concerns have to be told or spoken. I also began to recognize that there is a dynamic source of guidance and consolation within me. I became more deeply rooted in the belief that I am unconditionally loved.

Each one of us carries certain crosses every day; and it made us wonder and question God. But we must understand that each of us too carries a spiritual power that can cause even the tiniest of faith-seed to grow. So we must protect and nurture this seed so that it thrives. We must realize that we need parameters so that our life does not seep away into endless busy-ness and unguarded, unfocused activity.

It is okay to ask, but never hold on to your “why” for so long.

Do you have any ” why” lately?

Let me know.

Mich

Backside

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Sealed
But real.
Hidden by,
Behind doorsteps.
Uncanny and deep;
Cloistered and undisclosed.
Affectionately indeed.
Yearning, for freedom one day soon
Enclosed longer, out in the open.
Reflection of a light behind no more.