i wonder how it feels to kiss you boy, i did just as you wondered without hesitation, without inhibitions without second thoughts no words, there was complete silence.
i wonder how it feels to kiss you now you left me wondering too ‘cos little do you know that i’m in love and petrified for the first time and probably the last time in my life.
i wonder how it feels to kiss you was my best memory of you for years and years even decades after intentionally written or a poetic bait it doesn’t matter for i too wondered.
i wonder how it feels to kiss you was the beginning of the end of you wondering and me hoping that somewhere in the middle of the busy streets in Manila love will finally happen.
i wonder how it feels to kiss you it happened, you stopped wondering i stopped hoping, ‘cos indeed no matter what happens there is no denying that in between our pretenses love happens.
Can You Hear It?
can you hear the pitter-patter sounds
the rapid beats and taps of the ceiling
the mysterious progression as it expounds
into echoes of gunshots swiftly firing?
can you feel as it rumbles the ground
the fleet-footed batter pounding blow
the reverberating blast of noise around
underneath the clamor of the meadow?
can you see how strong and powerful it is
the never-ending sobbing and throbbing
the murmurs and mumbles that never cease
carefully, gently, slowly, and gradually hiding?
no. really? you don't hear a thing, my dear?
oh, maybe it's just my heart wishing you were here.
for David's Weekly Prompt,
I used prompt no.2 Option #2: Write a Shakespearean Sonnet using iambic pentameter (mine is with some modifications.)
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/10/12/w3-prompt-24-weave-written-weekly
i pretended i could fly but i was actually falling from the sky where limits are beyond my imagination even beyond my comprehension.
years after, i still fall for all of the truths i was told were lies camouflaging as reality bites tell me i was wrong for believing it after all.
i pretended i could smile but i was actually frowning in disguise for years and years i’ve dealt with life’s theatrics and dramatic stint.
years after, i still smile for all the events i should have cried maybe then it’s time to let go of flying and smiling ‘cos all i wanna do is fall harder and cry louder.
tasted death like a sweet buttery milk fought for dear life like a honey dew drip caressed smoothly like a thin fabric silk touched carefully in a slow motion dip oh, Mr. death why have been knocking my front door all in smiles without notice i beg you to run without much longing ‘cos i’m not ready, no kidding, no dice.
• Write a Dizain poemfrom the perspective of somebody who has synesthesia.
Dizain?
• Two accepted forms:
• Eight lines: Rhyming a/b/a/b/c/d/c/d, or:
• Ten Lines: Rhyming a/b/a/b/b/c/c/d/c/d
• Syllabic: 8 or 10 syllables in each line (each line being of the same length).
Synesthesia?
Synesthesia is when the stimulation of one sense leads to involuntary experiences in a second sense. This is often manifested as letters or words having color, colors having flavors, smells having a sound or sounds having a taste, etc.
i don’t even know what brought you back. you were somebody i thought would never return. never in a million years. never in my lifetime.
over the years, amidst all the midnight sorrow and morning grief, i sure knew that i had prepared for this day. this very day. that for some reason you’d come back, i am ready to walk away and never give you a chance simply. the chance to say a word. the chance to make a fool of myself again.
if ever you’d come back, it would be a hi and hello and goodbye. ah, no, you don’t deserve my hi, not even my hello or worse, my goodbye. yes, i am wholly prepared for this.
and why not? you hurt me. you broke me. more than you probably ever know. you broke me into pieces. and i was left bleeding alone. i was groping in the dark. i was lost for years and years.
i didn’t realize i’d be able to pick up the pieces again and move on, move forward. yes, i am more than okay. i am more than prepared. i know it would be just another piece of cake, dealing with your return and sending you back to where you belong. oh, no, kicking you back exactly to how you left me.
yes that was the plan. that is still the plan.
until today.
damn!
i’ve lost it. lost the plan. lost the script. lost the spiel. lost everything.
why oh why does your “hello” feel so damn good? just why? why oh why does your “how are you” feel like a melody to my aching heart?
so here i am again, falling completely, hopelessly madly in love with you just as much i loved you when we were young and crazy and restless.
‘cos truth is, i was never okay when you left. or when i went. or when we parted. whatever happened that day, we gave each other our final look of goodbye, i was never okay until today.
there is light again. there is color again. there is music again. there is joy again. there is rhythm again. there is hope again.
in silence, i wept for dreams, i postponed for narratives, i kept for emotions, i bottled up for forgetting my true self for pretending i am okay for believing in good amidst the presence of evil for all the nights, i pretended i was sleeping tightly for all the days i fooled everyone with my smile for all the memories i held on for letting you go for making you walk away for being young for being rebellious for being stupid for being dumb for all these years i wept in this graveyard of silence where bodies were laid to rest along with all that, they have wept in silence and in agony in their lifetime on earth
• Write an ekphrastic poem inspired by the photograph below, which Steven has shared with us. Ekphrasis is a rhetorical device in which one medium of art tries to relate to another medium by defining and describing its essence and form.
• Steven took this photograph in September ’21, and he has given us permission to use it.
Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:
a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C
To make the Cascade an even longer poem, use more lines in verse one. For example, if verse one has 6 lines, the poem must have seven stanzas so that each line of verse one is reused as a refrain in each following stanza (a cascading effect).
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I am your days of longing on a rainy morning on a long sunset drive on a fun-filled pit stop on a sweet homecoming I am your days of longing and I crave for you
i beg you, my love, to look at the sky tonight sure we see the same light that one lonely star from afar.
how astounding it is as it shines brightly despite the struggle to fight the blinding lights around.
that, my dear, is how i love you from where i am for no amount of oceans and seas apart could make me love you less than you deserve.
how did this happen i continue to ask i struggle to understand the ocean of doubts in our hearts, but i sure miss you like hell, truly yours, my dear.
One World
it’s perfectly alright to see the world as an astounding place to live despite the chaos and the discord the war and the conflict the global warming and hunger for when all these are over we have but one world to live the earth where God made for us to tend and to manage.
michnavs 