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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 21

flour, water, salt, hands,

diligence, speed, energy,

hot plate: his food art

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 19

female virginity

a tireless phobia

its purity

its lack as well

a timeless obsession

 

before

during

after

matrimony

intact or dissolved

an ageless restrain

 

oh, my sweet country of birth

when will you depossess

your menhood

conceive your women in whole

unveil their centuries-long wisdom?

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 17

Today, I adapt to the prompt from day 6 on the NaPoWriMo challenge but it is day 17. Since all prompts are optional, I take this liberty with no feelings of guilt (!)  Maureen Thorson describes the task as follows: “[…] This might seem like a bit of a downer, but I challenge you to write a valediction. This is a poem of farewell.  Perhaps the most famous one is John Donne’s “A Valediction Forbidding Mourning”, which turns the act of saying good-bye into a very tender love poem. But your poem could say “good-bye” (and maybe good riddance!) to anything or anyone. A good-bye to winter might be in order, for example. Or good-bye to the week-old [E]aster eggs in your refrigerator. Light or serious, long or short, it’s up to you!”

As a semi-confident pessimist, my heart takes me to a serious goodbye, one I have dreaded severely during my daughter’s infant, toddler, formative, teenage years and even early twenties. For I had feared to leave her without a mother when she still needed one.  Now that she is a young but very mature adult, I am able to shed those feelings of dread…

 

my mother, grieving over her own

believed I must leave before I arrived

my melancholy is meant to be

don’t you, *Bir Tanem, ever think thus!

 

I

grieved over her;

him, whom you know of;

myself, the once intact one;

my accidental life

them, who loved me so

yet migrated one by one

 

I

aching heart

I

burdened years

I

a *can torn from *canan

I

on eternal leave

had arrived this time

 

You

just don your prominent smile, Bir Tanem!

Let your beautiful self evade all ills!

Hold that delightful thrill in your eyes!

 

Life is stunning, as it is arduous.

Hurt is incredibly real but so is joy.

 

You

keep at your path through and through

don’t forget to taste others, too

demand from your crossroads – one or two

to not close you in with whomever!

Whether a mate or a lover,

make sure to only have a *dost beside you.

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Turkish words in translation:

Bir Tanem: My One and Only

can: life; soul

canan: the beloved

dost (in its original meaning): gender-neutral friend for life; bad-time friend

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 16

are we exhausting

our existential limit

to cast more victims?

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 11

Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is a call “to write a tanka.  This, like the ‘American’ cinquain, is a poem based on syllables, with the pattern being 5-7-5-7-7. They work best when those final two 7-syllable lines contain a sort of turn or surprise that the first three lines might not wholly anticipate.” As an example, then, the following translation by Kenneth Rexroth of a Japanese poem is given:

On Komochi Mountain,
from the time the young leaves sprout,
until they turn red,
I think I would like to sleep with you.
What do you think of that?

 

Here is my attempt to meet the challenge:

 

waiting on the dock

behind another workday

warm, tranquil, sweet home

a fountain of impish waves

surprise! shouts a speeding boat

 

[Inspired by the following video]

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 10

The optional NaPoWriMo prompt for today is as follows: “Many of us have read and even written love poems. But have you written an un-love poem? […] An un-love poem isn’t a poem of hate, exactly […] It’s more like a poem of sarcastic dislike.”

 

you again?

calling me

after a mere few weeks?

 

give me some time to miss you

let me pass at least a day or two

 

as for the nights

 

leave me alone to begin to crave for you

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 9

NaPoWriMo – About announces: “And now our (totally optional) prompt. […] Today I challenge you write a poem inspired by noir — it could be in the voice of a detective, or unravel a mystery, or just describe the long shadows of the skyscrapers in the ever-swirling smog. […]”

 

she was a beauty

 

eyes

green, almond-shaped

lashes

thick, long

brows

distinctive

dark, mid-length hair

against her complexion, very fair

slender, with thin waist,

legs, long and shapely

a fine boned petite

proportionate through and through

 

articulate

intelligent

confident

direct

 

a mother of two

 

caution! some advised:

this, a tiny town

word gets around

women must heed their home

not strut a presence out loud

not dare talk as good as men

not ever know or think to think more

 

she may have been a beauty, too

maybe even a mother of two

 

her youth was noted with ease

her still warm frame screamed so

 

whatever was left of her face

 

the body, marred

at the outer wall of their kitchen

amid a heap of garbage

 

a random incident! they said

 

the new teacher, the one out of town

who had been one to live on her own

 

she then knew

the color of warning:

this, a tiny town

women must heed their home

not strut a presence out loud

not dare talk as good as men

not ever know or think to think more

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