Come In

more often than not,
i find myself tucked
in between
crumpled sheets
of bed
and book
inside a well-lit
room,
with a cuppa
black and hot
coffee
on the side,
paired with a blank
page
waiting, expecting
for the sudden flow of
ink,
as i breathe in
and out
words.

come in,
join my community
of letters,
commas,
periods,
lines,
and rhymes.

with words, we are never alone.

04.26.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Community by paul scribbles.
Today, write us a postcard poem.
Hello everyone, this is Paul welcoming you to the bar on my first night as an ‘official’ member of the team.
Thank You All for affording me such a warm invitation into this community of poets.
I am honored and humbled in equal measure.
So it is with no surprise then that my first official bar prompt for this Tuesday Poetics night is to be ‘Community.’

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Still in Storm

inside the dark eye of the strong storm inside
filled with swirling and turning and unending
to do’s,
to make,
to finish,
to see,
to hear,
to read,
to write,
my tired eyes,
my tired mind,
my tired heart,
sssssh.

be still.
be still.

04.25.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #31 by Grace.
Today, write us a postcard poem.
Our word for Quadrille Monday is STILL.  Use it as a noun, adjective, adverb or verb.   You can also combine still with another word like stillness, stillwaters, stillborn, stillrooms, or even standstill.  Our challenge:   please write a poem of precisely 44 words, not including the title, and including a given word.

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TITLE REVEAL: Between My Bleeding Lines (My Debut Poetry Book!)

And this is it, beautiful souls! 🙂 Revealing the title of my debut poetry book:
Between My Bleeding Lines.

Will be available on May 2017!

Cover reveal soon! 🙂

Have a blessed week, everyone! ❤

Background Music: Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles
No Copyright infringement intended.

Seashore Postcard

no matter
how many times
you ebb
away,
away,
away,
from me,
I am quite sure
you’ll always
come back,
come back,
come back,
come back,
to me.

– from shore to sea

04.18.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Tuesday Poetics: Wish you were here by De of whimsygizmo.
Today, write us a postcard poem.
This can be as simple as penning a poem that is short enough to fit on a postcard (or cocktail napkin, or Post-it note). Think micropoetry. Or you have the option to add the challenge of writing a poem that is to, or from, someone, as if it were a note on an actual postcard. You can also choose a postcard image (one you own, or one you find online – just be sure to give credit where due), and use it as a visual prompt.

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Fog of Fear

inside a cage filled with fog of fear, she stays alone trying to heal the scars of the past of all that is done, the ache of the present she cannot share with anyone, the uncertainty of the future coming with each rising sun.

will i be able to stop looking back and leave the footsteps i have made? will i regret the decisions i have made? will i be able to see a better tomorrow or all that’s left is heart’s sorrow?

as morning rays slip through the tiny cracks of her cave, she cannot help but let hope grow inside. with the leftover, brittle faith she holds on to, she’s coming out. she’s coming out.

she finally choose
to sink not in fog of fear
but in sea of faith.

P.S. Yes, she is me.
P.P.S. Written with a tear-stained face and with ears listening to this song:
Your love so deep is washing over me
Your face is all I seek, you are my everything
Jesus Christ, You are my one desire
Lord, hear my only cry, to know you all my life
04.18.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday: The only thing we have to fear… by hayesspencer (Toni).

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READS: The Writer’s Guide to Poetry

For the nth time, I said for me, “writing is like breathing with words”. But as I read more and more and write more and more, I realize there is so much learning to do to be able to “breathe” better.

As Stephen King said in his awesome book On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, “If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”

Confession time: Since November, I have not finished a single book after finishing 60 from January to October 2016. I am on a reading block but I have not stopped reading poetry. I read some works of Maya Angelou, Charles Bukowski, Emily Dickinson and I promise myself I will read more.

Because I want to grow in this word-made field of poetry. I want to write better. I want to breathe better.

Then recently, I received an email about this awesome poetry guide titled The Writer’s Guide to Poetry by Signature, Knopf and Penguin Random House.

In it you’ll find:

  • Insights from 11 award-winning poets.
  • Advice on how to overcome imposter syndrome.
  • 3 classic poems illustrated by artist Nathan Gelgud.
  • Anne Lamott on the devils of perfectionism.
  • Important tips on “telling it slant.”
  • And more.

I will be reading this book this Lenten Break and if you want to get your copy visit here.

Happy reading and writing, my darlings! ❤

Our River

the gentle whispers of the trees’ breeze. the tender murmur of river’s flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours.

today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast to how warm your hands were when you held mine.

slowly opening the lid, feeling what was left of your mortality, i let the salty tears wet my face as i let your ashes be one with the river. the river we called ours.

Note: I wrote this piece with Ed Sheeran’s Supermarket Flowers playing in my ears. Sigh.
Oh, I’m in pieces, it’s tearing me up, but I know
A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved
Word count: 100
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Photo credit: My dearie Maria of Doodles and Scribbles

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) April 11, 2017. 🙂

Drizzled Remains

like the sky
swallowing
the sun,
i remembered
how i choked
when you said
we’re done.

like the rain’s
fading fog,
i wait as
time erase
the drizzled remains
of your once
warm love.

today
i relish
each throb,
tomorrow
i will move
forward.

04.11.2017
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In response dVerse‘s Quadrille #30 by Mish.
Write a poem of 44 words including the word drizzle and post it to your blog.

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Waiting

with the God-painted twilight,
i smiled as i wait for you, my light.

i still don’t have your name,
i still don’t have your face,
but our story will not be a game
neither a fading phase.

the love we’ll share will be true,
someday we’ll be one not two,
darling, i am waiting for you.

Wrote this while listening to One Sweet Love by Sara Bareilles.
A nameless face to think I see
To sit and watch the waves with me till they’re gone
A heart I’d swear I’d recognize is
Made out of my own devices could I be wrong?
Ready and waiting (Ready and waiting)
For a heart worth the breaking (heart worth the breaking)
But I’d settle for an honest mistake in the name of
One sweet love

04.10.2017
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In response to Napowrimo Day 9
 
Finally, here is our prompt (optional, as always). Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem.

Read the rest of my Napowrimo 2017 poems here!