sink me: a haiku

floating seaweed by Fay Collins sea blue paints my lips---grinning red. ready to sinkinside seaweeds' arms. — 11.25.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via https://faycollinsart.co.uk/This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. For dVerse: Tuesday Poetics: Fay Collins revisited. - Wrote a haiku for this painting by Fay Collins. As a tropical woman born in the lovely…

safe

when i find it hard to see things that can make my old heart glad, i remember the scared eyes of my one-year-old self. my small arms hugging my then thin dad. at early 20's, with his hair middle-parted. on his left hand was a pink, birthday balloon, on his lips a small smile. his…

talking to myself: a wayra

hush. whispers the moonto my walking worry. shh.shallow faith, sink and savorsuch unsure shore. in your night dress, count holy graces. hush. — 11.19.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via UnsplashThis work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. For dVerse: Poetry Form: The Wayra - Thank you, Grace, for featuring my poem there and for levelling…

our Christmas lights

Made of wood - old unnamedwood - our tiny home. Fragilein the surface. Look beneath.After a minimum of 20 typhoons per year, it's still proud after acouple of decades. Unlikethe tamarind tree, the acacia,the guava, the hibiscus, thebanana. September is clothe in blinking little lights. The countdown forthe manger starts. It is a season of…

letter to the sky

aboveearth's ceilingused to be a floating sea where flying boats careen sofree. until, likeautumn leaves, millions are dead. tiny things inhaled-death. open up like daffodilsof baby spring baiting for bees. unzip the clouds. allow hellosto happenagain. — 09.14.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International…

murmurs: a 100-word story

Four houses inside a red gate - dwarfed by the acacia tree beside it. Murmurs upon murmur, they wait like masked bees waiting for the sting of the queen. "So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm."Not in the 21st century when a hollowed neck meant for a lover's head can be…

hearing hummingbird: a novilinee*

Behind the grills of painted metal, Itry to find the source of song I'm hearing,some leaves started dancing with wind so dry,then comes the busy wings flapping, flapping.A hummingbird with honeyed beak, tiny,oblivious of watching eyes - for good.No one wants to be watched when it's windy,and nectar hides inside the flower's hood."Close your eyes…

hiding: an acrostic plus*

sonnets no longer needed,era of legend-loveended before our birthmonth cracked its firstegg yolk sun, surelysome lovers of eagle know neverever should wings yearn for the sunoverly close or turn tougly ashes no poet will mourn about. — 08.25.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International…

bang: a quadrille

walking bones and fleshtalking nerves cartilagesmachinery - dark inside - yet summer warm with heart as suni wonder those with long long gunsas they fire bang see blood and brain splattered who is the god who honors what their masked lips prayed? — 08.20.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo by freestocks on Unsplash This…

for the one waiting: a kasa*

Heart rusted by old clock's thick hands,death never knocks, no one arrives. You've suit yourself in silence's lap,still steps of spring bring in lilacs. As blossoms wilt, more souls depart, while you're still there, above graveyards. Immortal but forever cursed— to wait for love, that never stays. — 08.20.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo…