barefoot (a wayra)

Wayward, barefoot steps
search the path untamed, cluttered
with rocks of doubts, holes of flaws
ready for blisters, scars,
knowing to rise means to fall first.

03.26.2018
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In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.
W is for Wayra.
The Wayra (Quechua – wind ) is a popular verse form of Peru and Bolivia. It appears it originated in an indigenous Quechua language but has found its way into Spanish literature. It is a short syllabic verse form found at Vole Central and some other sites around the internet.
The elements of the Wayra are:
  1. a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
  2. syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
  3. unrhymed.

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Ghost

It has always been my dream to become a writer, a journalist might be the proper term. To see my name in the prestigious by-line of the story that I wrote, would feel like I won a much-coveted Olympic gold.

I never knew until college, that Nanay (mother) shares the same dream. I should’ve figured through the old baby photos inked with her scribbled narratives of my tiniest beams or angriest screams.

And so I tried my luck, with my degree as my backpack, I tiptoed towards an unknown track. Then I found a good samaritan who lead me, guide me through the mountain. Together we climb journalism’s terrain. I can already see the peak, I can almost touch it. That’s when the corporate monster appeared to suck all my wit.

I fall briskly, painfully. But my dream’s too stubborn to abandon me entirely. So now I am working behind. Cloaked and hidden somewhere no one can find.

My mind thinks.
My fingers type.
My eyes read.
My mind edits.

The article’s done, but I don’t recognize the name on the by-line.

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In response to dVerse‘s Let’s Kick it Up A Notch by Victoria C. Slotto.

dverse

Search your archives and choose a poem, even if it’s one you thought was already done, and see if you can add a little spice to it through the use of sensory description, replacing metaphor, or tightening up your word count. (If you write prose, maybe you could choose a paragraph and make it into a poem, still applying the prompt.)

Read Victoria’s own poem titled Death Imagined.:)

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NOTE: Here is the original poem where this prose came from. 

Ghost 
(October 21, 2014)

It has always been a dream to be a writer.

A writer who can be able to see her name in the prestigious ‘by-line’.

But now, I have settled to write ‘behind’.

My mind works.

My mind thinks.

My fingers type.

I finish the article.

But the By Line’ isn’t mine.

 

Catoptromancy

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Catoptromancy: A Cinquino*

You showed
a future filled of finished dreams,
where all I want’s now mine—
but why am I
alone?

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Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)


*Cinquino

Cinquino is a gimmicky invented verse form that reverses the syllable count of the Crapsey Cinquain. It was found in a book on poetry for teachers and was created by a 20th century American educatorJames Neille Northe.

The Cinquino is:

  • a poem in 5 lines.
  • syllabic, 2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line.
  • unrhymed

 

Dear Failure*

failure
*Part of the  free verse “Dear Series” collaboration with my poetry Queen, my dear soul-sister, my cheerleader and encourager, my lovely friend, Nandita of Manan Unleashed.

Will your failure define you? Or will you define your failure? 


Dear Failure*

I’m the bane
of victorious soul,
I’m the rain
sun can’t control.

Your test of rainy days
are a blessing in disguise
for the one who strays
into the path of lies

You’re a mountaineer
in a beautiful peak,
I am wind’s sneers
turning  you oh-so weak.

My faith is invincible
No matter the height
my strength indomitable
Burden heavy or light

Slowly you cascade
from top to bottom.
Will someone save
your life in autumn?

Succeeding in its fall
Beauty cascading free
An important stepping stone
Dear Failure, I honour thee.

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Thank you again my dear Nandita for another meaningful collab! Your talent shines and it is truly contagious. It is my honor, always.<3 

Read the rest of our Dear-Series:

Dear Distance

Dear Envy

Dear Hatred