I write because I read. I read because I write.
Her heart ripped her apart.
Now it’s my part to take all her wrath.
Sharp-as-a-diamond knife
cuts through me to end her life.
Oh, my pain, is it her gain?
Oh, will this cut, erase her hurt?
Oh, will this wound, do any good?
I froze as her blood flows.
I feel the nerves died as her heart tries to decide.
To beat or not to beat.
To live or not to live.
—
10.07.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
The burning ball seating proudly at the highest height, burns the stoned alley towards a home without a light.
There a nameless man lives with no living thing but himself. Surrounded by less non-breathing things, to him was left.
Once he was known as a dashing bachelor, until a deceitful woman snatched his valor.
Now he lives with almost nothing not even a shoe, well he don’t need one as he lives locked in his light-less house’s own flu.
—
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
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Word prompt: Melinda Kucsera of In Media Res (Thank you, dearest friend!)
Catoptromancy: A Cinquino*
You showed
a future filled of finished dreams,
where all I want’s now mine—
but why am I
alone?
—
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)
Cinquino is a gimmicky invented verse form that reverses the syllable count of the Crapsey Cinquain. It was found in a book on poetry for teachers and was created by a 20th century American educatorJames Neille Northe.
The Cinquino is:
Sweet Sun: A Scallop*
Sweet sun,
send me the moon.
Save soul slowly sinking,
steady sea I’m seeking,
where soul can soon
stay shun.
—
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to Daily Post: Scars and Napowrimo Day 25. (yes, I’m catching up! :D)
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it.
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The first two lines of this poem is from Sara Bareilles’ song: Send Me the Moon.
Darkness to light
Moved from day into night
To be near you
Still here I stand
I am sinking like sand
In your sea
Sweet sun
Send me the moon
Empty the skies out
Bringing me one step closer
To you
Send it soon
And I will breathe in, breathe out
‘Til you come in and out
Of view
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The Scallop is an invented stanzaic form written in sixains. It was created by Marie L Blanche Adams.
The Scallop is:
I tried to erase
all your mem’ries,
all your trace.
But my heart
still remembers,
that fateful December.
You said
it was me,
all along.
Why now
I am here
all alone?
—
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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