Farewell

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:

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Camouflage

It’s Day 9 of Writing101 Poetry Course and the prompt is Camouflage by Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

For today’s poem, take inspiration from camouflage — you may apply it in any way you like, whether you write about visual or social dissimulation, or focus on the way we hide our myriad emotions, actions, and reactions. What would be your ultimate smokescreen, concealment, or mask?

Et voilà, here is my interpretation.

Can you really see

What you get

Or what you believe

Hostage of one facet

Camouflaged truth


 

Bio: Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha thinks of herself as “an enthusiastic Nigerian lady” who loves to read, write, and observe life. Her blog, a cooking pot and twisted tales, offers a nice mix of nonfiction, short fiction, poetry, and inspirational posts.

Fallacy

Well, Day 6 at Wrting101 Poetry Course’s prompt is Fallacy  by Jason Preu.

Unsound arguments. Failures of reason.

Today, let’s write poems that are wholly illogical.

Bio: Jason Preu blogs at jasonpreu.wordpress.com. He’s a 2015/16 writer-in-residence with Kansas City’s Charlotte Street Foundation where he is writing a collection of 154 sonnets about your mom.

Well that was quite something…here is my take:

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Freedom

It is day five of Poetry at WP University, and I am playing with a limerick narrative on freedom.

Let me know what you think.

 

When I was a corporate slave,

and spent my days in an “office cave”,

I lost touch with freedom.

Where was my wisdom?

Teaching my soul to be brave!

 

My soul became a fugitive,

as my brain refused to leave,

addicted to PowerPoint.

What’s the point?

Live off sunrises is fictive!

 

The soul went off to conceive

shared interests, and a good plan to weave.

Through a meeting of hearts,

and no flowcharts,

they settled for freedom to live.


 

Day 5. Writing101 Poetry: Prompt is Freedom by Impossiblebebong

Freedom is a fundamental need. It is so powerful that nations go to war for it. People engage in both despicable and heroic deeds to gain it. In the name of freedom we suffer, make sacrifices, and attempt to perform miracles. For freedom we are willing to lose everything and risk our lives, since no life really is one without freedom.

What freedom means is open to interpretation, which is why it’s been a recurring subject in art. In today’s poem, share your take on freedom. While you’re at it, be fearless with your thoughts. Don’t hold back. Unleash your emotions and be honest with yourself. Uncensored writing coming from the heart often produces the most amazing read.

Bio: Observing and absorbing life, collecting knowledge along the way, Impossiblebebong is a writer and blogger based in Belgium. You can find her work on her blog, My Own Private Idaho, and also follow her on Twitter @Bebong2014.

Reflections and Magic

I missed day one and two of Wrting101 Poetry Course, here is my belated entry.

Day 2: Reflections. Prompt is ‘Reflections’ by Melinda Kucsera 

Everyone wants love but nobody knows what it is. Poets, philosophers and neuropsychologists, describe the greatest emotion we ever felt. “What is love” though, is still missing a universal truth. We don’t need to know it, I daresay, let’s not go this way; love is love, just love.

They say love is chemistry, disguised in a cocktail of dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin. Is love selfless, or a give and take? Others believe is a show of multiple faces. You see fraternity, compassion and affection. There is much passion, flirting and bonding. Does it matter, what they say? No way; love is love, just love.

Does love reveal through true soul mates, becoming one, and a mirror image? Is ‘one’ a reflection of another, without a border, trading ‘oneself’ for a shadowed existence? Listen no more. You and me are not ‘we’, we are in love, and that’s all that what we are supposed to be.

Don’t ask questions and forget the reflections. Forget psychology and philosophy, because love, is just poetry. Love is love, just love.

I attempted to make a prose poem. Not easy. What do you think?

Bio: Melinda Kucsera is an IT project manager for an academic journal publisher by day. At night, she posts vignette-style sonnets from her soon-to-be-published fantasy series on her website, in medias res. You can also find her on Facebook, LinkedIn, and YouTube.

Day 1: Magic. Prompt is ‘Magic’ by La duchesse d’Érat

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Et voilà, this was my Haiku.

Bio: Frédérique (aka La duchesse d’Érat (http://laduchessederat.com) ) lives and writes in Lyon, France. She started her blog hoping to connect with an audience and ended up sharing every aspect of her writing life (stories, accounts, tips, pictures of her cat and of her tiny tired laptop) in both French and English.

A Split Second

Here I am again, exercising my beginner’s poetic grasp.

Today’s prompt is “Seconds”. I got inspiration by traveling back to the day, minutes and last seconds I spent with my younger brother. His weak heart still beating, refusing to go, till it ended.

This is my take:

Striving to live forever like a cat with seven lives

Endless pain mattered as much as a car scratch

Crying for another chance, he resisted like a cyber warrior

Only one more second, his heart persisted as a soft breeze

Never again, was a merciless fate, like hitting a hand grenade

Defeating his strong will and hope like a tsunami

Sucking his life’s nectar and his last stroke, as fast as lightning

To the pro-poets in the course, forgive my simple acrostic and simile and let me learn from your critique, which is heartily welcome.

Day 4 Writing101: Poetry. Prompt by Rosemawrites

A new life sees the world for the first time. Simultaneously, another life takes its final breath.

A passenger that was supposed to board a plane was one second late. Hours later, the plane went missing, the passenger saved.

Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.

Bio: @rosemawrites, a millennial from the Philippines, is a writer by day (working in PR), a reader by night (always by the bed), and a blogger in between.

Her blog, A Reading Writer, features short fiction, poems, anecdotes, personal musings and, of course, bookish thoughts. You can also find her on Goodreads and occasionally on Twitter @rosemawrites.