Bites for Life

Kindle the passion as our love transpires
Across countries that we soon traverse
You and I, together, when travel bites.

No looking back for what's behind
Until the day we say "IT" out loud
Simply we grab each other's hand
Silently be there in each other's side
Enwrap in dreams we both behold

Remember! You and I, together, when love bites.

NaPoWriMo Day 30 – Cruising with Words

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Hail, ye, the fulfillment of this dare filled my very soul
Euphoric passion and lavished praise for the 30 poems
Letting the seed grow in the grounded heart
Liberated the words for jewels to flaunt, and
Orchestrated a chain to entangle my thoughts.
 
Good Lord, grant me the wisdom to pursue
On this cruise I set out to the ocean of words
One prompt to another was like a mystery solved
Deliberately rhymed and versed to satisfy my whim
By and by, next April spring will come too soon
Yearning that the seed has grown with a solid trunk
Earnestly I wait, and patiently I learn.

With over 1500 participants for NaPoWriMo this year, it was indeed a very good season.

And so now for our final prompt, we are challenged to write a poem of farewell since today befits the final poem. It is not necessarily a goodbye-forever poem, NaPoWriMo will be back again next year. For a little inspiration, here’s selections of goodbye-and-good-luck poems from the Poetry Foundation website.

NaPoWriMo Day 29 – Into the Sun

Sunrise Nature – Credits here

Sun rises like a candle flame that blankets the heavens
And steps are laid upon the mountain range where I run.
I smell the misty scent of the morning breeze
That cause me to hear the chirping birds around,
And hear the winds dancing through the clouds.
Is Nirvana the heavens we call?

Sun emerges with the flame of fire that consumes the horizon
And stones are formed of the cottons grey where noise I heard.
Scorching wind start to race to bathe Sodom with its hate.
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the city is doomed not to last.
You hear the cries with the voices creep, Sylviana was there.
Is this Nirvana, the heavens we call?

The motley faces of emotions embody the sun -
With a heart-pouring temper, balloon can burst,
Or with its gentle-touch of rays tame a raging waves.
“Fly up to the sky, WoMM, and reach for the sun,”
She notes to herself while strangely subdued.
Make a wish in the money tree so your troubles go away.

With the sun as an angel, the guiding light.
Act on your visions, and see your dreams coming by –
Heavens rejoice and your angel triumphs.
Flap your wings - wide and strong, then soar up and high,
When find yourself flat on the ground
Never let the raging fire consumes your soul.

“Nur wer es wagt, gewaltig zu scheitern,
kann je wirklich groβen Erfolg haben.”
If you look towards the sky, the heavens never move.
Get-up! Hold onto your wheel and drive through distance
Gain that sacred momentum while you’re below,
Keeping your eyes to that crystal of light where dreams reside.

It’s Day 29 of the NaPoWriMo and we are working on a prompt called “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” originally developed by Jim Simmerman. It really forces us into details, and to work on “conducting” the poem as it grows, instead of trying to force the poem to be one thing or another in particular. And here are the twenty little projects themselves — the challenge is to use them all in one poem:

1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
10. Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

For beginner like me, some are easy to follow, while some others I’m very much confused. I may need to study all the literary devices to understand them. I may have completed the Twenty or not, I am having fun while writing it.

~MyMae

NaPoWriMo Day 28 – In a Galaxy Not So Far

Image Credit: Abdel-Krim Kallouche/Xpress
Fan base: Fans of Star Wars in the UAE enacted scenes from the movie in the Dubai desert

sun’s simmering best
 and the hot sands,
 blowing in your face,
 at its unforgiving worst

almost nonchalant robotics
 in an intricate array
 one is Chewbacca - a ‘gentle, hairy,
 non-English speaking’ wookiee

there is Stormtrooper, the main ground
 force of the evil Galactic Empire,
 in all-white tin-like suit, together
 with the fellow ‘legionnaire’

physically very demanding
 love emulating, passion replicating
 small storeroom-turned-workshop
 to replicate costumes of their favorite Star.

And today from NaPoWriMo is to find a news article, and to write a poem using (mostly, if not only) words from the article! We can repeat them, splice them, and rearrange them however we like.

I browsed in Gulfnews, and the article “In a Galaxy not far, far away” caught my attention. With the crew of Star Wars camped in the desert of Abu Dhabi, team of fans recreate their own version of movie.

NaPoWriMo Day 27 – I Am

I Am, But a Clay

I Am, But a Clay

When I was gathered from the depth
of earth and formed to the creator’s
liking – I Am. I stand here alone.
What made me I Am?
 
What makes us different? 
Half and half we are different.
Who made us different?
The creator, or the created one?
 
 We all long for perfection
And we pray for that longing.
Look at me now.
I never reach that perfection.
 
For I don’t even know
What perfection is like.
If you will tell me now
I may know if – I AM.
 

Our prompt today from NaPoWriMo is an ekphrastic poem. This is something similar — a poem written from a photograph.

NaPoWriMo Day 26 – Sonnet for my Knight

Once I was dreaming to meet a knight
  To save me from the dungeon of Ghoul
    Where murky fetid air eddied strong;
Knight I thought come on day or night
  To fight the villains all and to dispel
    The bond of deep fear for horrid throng.

Dreams. Wishes. They are supposed to be true.
  When mind is to seal, and words are to tell
    To hope for the best, and to expect nothing
Knight of my heart save me to get through
                  ... Lifetime of love I bring.

For NaPoWriMo prompt, it comes to us from Vince Gotera, who wrote his “family member” poem for Day 20 in the form of a curtal sonnet. Curtal sonnet is shorter than the normal, fourteen line sonnet. Instead it has a first stanza of six lines, followed by a second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line. The form was invented in the 1800s by Gerard Manley Hopkins, who used it in his famous poem “Pied Beauty”. So for today, the challenge is to give the curtal sonnet a whirl.

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things —
  For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
    For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
  Landscape plotted and pieced — fold, fallow, and plough;
    And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
  Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
    With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                Praise him.
         "Pied Beauty"
Gerald Manley Hopkins
         written 1877