Flowers of May spring
Fragrance and beauty radiates
In the Philippines, May signals the end of the summer season. Most flowers are in their peak blooming. This is also the month where more numbers of festivals are held. One of these is the festive called Flores de Mayo or “Flowers of May”, the participation of the town’s most beautiful young ladies symbolizes the purity and innocence of the Blessed Mother.
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.
Withered Roses of Winter
Blooming rare flowers
In the countryside and town
Memory of you
Travels distant shore
Awaits bouquet of roses
Picks only for you
Come home to me now
Spend springtime moment
You and I will make
It is mid-autumn days
All leaves are tirelessly falling;
In this four-walled garden
Spring flowers are long forgotten.
Like a gazelle in the empty plain
A lover stands patiently waiting;
He hears his beloved’s voice
Yet wonders where it comes from.
‘Twas on that same plain
One spring afternoon, he remembers;
He laid down the ground for rest
While he closed his eyes to dream.
He felt a touched on his chest
And a sweet voice spoke to calm the sun.
Birds started their melancholy song
While the wind swayed to its rhythmic tune.
“We joined our feet together
And danced like no eyes had seen.
Our hearts captivated then,” confesses the lover,
“In that world of magical dream.”
I used today’s prompt from The Daily Post. I may not have a funniest relationship disaster story to share with you (or any kind of relationship stories), which is the main goal of the prompt, but i hope I get the message across on this fictional “Third Rate Romance”, if you can call it that.