Feet on the edge of a cliff, hanging, hanging, just one more push Mr. Wind. Yet sweaty hands cling, cling, to unseen twigs, not willing, not willing, to dive, deep, deep, into the pit of love. I have always been brave, blunt, honest, but I cannot leap, else I'll be a mess. Yes,  I am… Continue reading scared


Scribe: A Senryu* You’re the bloody words, that colored my frozen skin, as winter wind ends. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *Senryu The Senryu is: a poem in 3 lines or less. syllabic, 17 syllables or less. commonly written in 3… Continue reading Scribe