Photo Challenge – Cee’s Which Way

Street of Cobblestones – Old Town, Ohrid MK

When words are written

In box of 150 characters 

Meanings’ lost in-between

On Traveling: Who Brings What?

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As I was browsing at my photo archives, I noticed in one specific photo having this detail at the background. I zoomed out and amused on what it entails. With just one look you can tell on how these two travelers delegate responsibilities.

Light come now quickly

Shadows hide in your absence

Reveal what needs be

 

Haiku – Flowers of May

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Flowers of May spring

Fragrance and beauty radiates

Butterflies beguile


In the Philippines, May signals the end of the summer season. Most flowers are in their peak blooming. This is also the month where more numbers of festivals are held. One of these is the festive called Flores de Mayo or “Flowers of May”, the participation of the town’s most beautiful young ladies symbolizes the purity and innocence of the Blessed Mother.

NaPoWriMo Day 25 – Little by Little

Little by little
 I hear a singing lyrebird
 Sits on a tree-top

Little by little
 She mimics my song of love
 Springs from my heart

Little by little
 A hunter wanders nearby
 Walks toward my route

Little by little
 He renders a lullaby
 Waits for my sleep

Little by little
 He whispers song of spell
 Poisons of my heart

Little by little
 The lyre mutes on the tree-top
 Falls that very swift

Anaphora is a literary term for the practice of repeating certain words or phrases at the beginning of multiple clauses or, in the case of a poem, multiple lines. The phrase “A time to,” as used in the third Chapter of Ecclesiastes, is a good example of anaphora. This post by Rebecca Hazelton on the Poetry Foundation’s blog gives other great examples of anaphora in action, from Martin Luther King Jr’s “I Have a Dream” speech to Homer Simpson.

So today, NaPoWriMo challenges us to write a poem that uses anaphora. When you feel like time is moving fast, and you want the movements of events to go slow, I thought of the phrase “Little by Little”.

NaPoWriMo Day 23 – Distant Spring

Credit: @Soulis

Withered Roses of Winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blooming rare flowers
In the countryside and town
Memory of you

Travels distant shore
Awaits bouquet of roses
Picks only for you

Come home to me now
Spend springtime moment
You and I will make