It is Day 10 of Writing 101 Poetry Course. The Prompt is Farewell by… yours truly, Lucile de Godoy.
Ben Huberman, WP editor and host of the Poetry Course, has asked 10 alumnae and alumni of Writing 201: Poetry to come up with themes to inspire brand new poems for this new course. I am delighted and honored to be one of them. I’m deeply grateful to Ben for the trust, and for this unforgettable opportunity to share my ideas and photo, which I will always treasure. Heartfelt thanks.
Why Farewell? Here is what I proposed to the course participants:
The image above was shot during a ferry departure from an island in the north of Holland. It was a déjà-vu moment that took me back to airports, train stations, ports, and even to the famous goodbye scene in Casablanca.
This young man waving to someone on the foggy shore evoked a common emotion: that misty, deep, and painful moment of separation, when all we have left are the last words, the last hug, the last kiss… Bodies are physically untied but nonetheless connect through sight, with the eyes refusing to be set apart.
Write a poem about a farewell today: perhaps this image may bring back memories of loved ones who passed, or revive memories of those that departed from our lives. Or you could focus on the more mundane, but still powerful moments of your daily goodbye rituals, whether it’s a friend, partner, or member of your family.
I also had the pleasure to once more join the poetry course. So, here is my interpretation.
I wrote about a beloved friend who decided to depart from this life. I still remember the last day we spent with him; a day of celebrations, and unbeknownst to me, closing with the last goodbye.
— Dedicated to my late friend Jeremy B.
Sailing in the Hong Kong bay
Friends celebrating his life
Plastering an old pain
Healing ingrained emptiness
Coating love in his heart’s walls
Watering a dehydrated soul
Spreading friendship seeds
That never germinated
His innocent and deep sight
Intensely searched for anchors
And a safe shore to mourn
A child that never died in him
A man that was never a child
Jump-started in life’s jungle
Birthmarks imprinted as scars
Deeply rooted stingy pain
Rejection, dejection, no affection
Reminders of a senseless life
Controlled by tyrant emotions
Imposing its will on him
Living off what never was
Angst bubbling in his veins
Draining his light and will
Until there was no more
Eyes locked. Casablanca.
So long my friend
I decided to also add this post to WP Photo Challenge: Gathering