#WQWWC – Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Farewell”

Tower Bridge, London

The night of the resurrection, I was alone and heartbroken
On top of the tower I saw the witch with her teeth blackened
As blind as a scorpion, she cast her spell with a branded doll
“Werewolf will hunt you forever,” I listened by the stonewall
On this full moon, I was on a ball as I tried to break the spell
With garlic and crucifix, I pushed her out and bid her farewell
Coming out of the tower, free as a bird and oh so grateful
Not to be boastful, I won as I carried out my stick bauble

good-trip

Goodbye my friend, have a safe trip
We held our hands in a strong grip
As the train goes, I see him cry
I’ve got other places to try
Dried my eyes and gave a short yip

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The hour was late
Was this my fate?
In the rippling park
I found a mark
Total darkness
It was so airless
Shimmering paint
Ever so quaint
Swarm of crows
In my place I froze
The fury has erupted
The ground full of mud
Sweeping shadows
Everything was slow
The rise of the skull
Patterned one, I felt dull
Nowhere to hide
Farewell, I sighed

“The Last Farewell” is a poem written by Philippine national hero Dr. Jose Rizal on the eve of his execution by firing squad on 30 December 1896. The piece was one of the last notes he wrote before his death; another that he had written was found in his shoe but because the text was illegible, its contents today remain a mystery. On the afternoon of Dec. 29, 1896, a day before his execution, Dr. José Rizal was visited by his mother, Teodora Alonzo, sisters Lucia, Josefa, Trinidád, Maria and Narcisa, and two nephews. When they took their leave, Rizal told Trinidád in English that there was something in the small alcohol stove (cocinilla), not alcohol lamp (lamparilla). The stove was given to Narcisa by the guard when the party was about to board their carriage in the courtyard. At home, the Rizal ladies recovered from the stove a folded paper. On it was written an unsigned, untitled and undated poem of 14 five-line stanzas. The Rizals reproduced copies of the poem and sent them to Rizal’s friends in the country and abroad. In 1897, Mariano Ponce in Hong Kong had the poem printed with the title “Mi Ultimo Pensamiento.” Fr. Mariano Dacanay, who received a copy of the poem while a prisoner in Bilibid (jail), published it in the first issue of La Independencia on Sept. 25, 1898 with the title ‘Ultimo Adios’. The cocinilla was not delivered to the Rizal’s family until after the execution as he needed it to light the cell.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mi_%C3%BAltimo_adi%C3%B3s)

Mi Ultimo Adios  at Luneta
Mi Ultimo Adios at Luneta

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For: #WQWWC – Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Farewell”

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille September 14th 2016 departure

departure

We’ve almost made it. But not really. Such a shame. If only I could turned back the clock and stayed the way we were, I would. I almost did it – turned back the clock. But it was pointless. What was done was done, what was said was said, what was broken remained broken. Everything happened for a reason. The thing was, we’ve almost done it, almost surpassed the hurdles and challenges that came our way, almost ignored the pain that was hurting, almost crossed the finish line at the end. Oh well, it wasn’t meant to be…

you promised not to leave
but one day you were all gone
and left me crying

For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille September 14th 2016 departure

August 31: Flash Fiction Challenge – Goodbye

dad.me

the hardest goodbye
was to my Dad
on his bed
before my flight
I didn’t cry
I said sorry
things I’ve done
things I haven’t done
he said no need
I was forgiven
I promised him
lots of things
I’d look after everyone
I’d make sure they’re fine
I looked at him one last time
he was the man I dearly love
my idol, my ideal man
the man who pinned my medals
the man who left me notes
the man who cooked
the man with a big heart
his memories in my soul
miss him like the rain

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: August 31: Flash Fiction Challenge

20 Days of Chill: The end (Day 20)

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so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye
it has been a fun time doing the chills
20 days, but I think I forgot some prompts
it has been great being part of it
thanks everyone, I’ve enjoyed reading yours
perhaps we’ll see each other again
in other prompts and challenges
but for now, good luck to everyone
thanks A ‘lil Hoohaa for hosting it
have a lovely week!

For: 20 Days of Chill: The end (Day 20)

20 Days of Chill: Misfortune (Day 10)

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His heart was heavy. He had to find the right words to let her know. It would be a shock for her and he wasn’t sure how she would handle the news. Why? He had asked himself that question thousands of times over the last thirty minutes. Why? Somehow there had to be an answer for it. If only he could come up with one before he had to tell her.

The situation has polarised into two competing opinions. Should he tell her or not? His love for her should be selfless. He should stop being a posey and tell her the truth. But can she handle it? If he carries on with astonishing lack of discernment and stick with the lies, then that’s not fair for her. Sooner or later, the flames of their loves will turn to ashes and joy will turn to fear. That’s a lot to handle. He should tell her who he really is. He should reveal his true identity. That he’s not from this world. That he was summoned to go back to where he came from. That it hurt him to leave her but he has to do what was commanded of him. He was able to accomplish his mission on earth and now it’s time to go home.

saying-goodbye

 

For: 20 Days of Chill: Misfortune (Day 10)

Carpe Diem #870 prologue: a door of grass; spring departing; how glorious

logo CDHK December 2015

I was 23 when I first left my country. The first time to be away from my family, the first time to travel to Europe, my adventure. I could still remember that day when they all took me to the airport, my parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, friends – quite disheartening, actually. I was sad to leave them, but at the same time, looking forward to my journey.

with heavy heart
kissed the family goodbye
sad at the airport

adventure awaits
worried but excited
with my Mom’s blessing

(c) ladyleemanila 2015

 

For: Carpe Diem #870

Goodbye – Photo Challenge #61, Red

Photo Credits: Zvaella
Photo Credits: Zvaella

If it’s goodbye
Then let’s do it right
I have no regrets
Thanks for being part of my life
You made me happy, you made me sad
You made me care, you made me cry
Listen, can you hear that?
It’s my heart, smashing into pieces
I know it will take some time
But one day, it will be alright
For now, let us part as friends
And leave some beautiful memories
Look after yourself
One day we’ll meet again….

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/05/19/photo-challenge-61-red-may-19-2015/