the echoes you left

bed without bodies
pillows without tresses,

doors only for exit
piano void of music,

new bulb void of light,
lenses with no sight,

heart without art,
lifetime without life,






the song of
me after our we.

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For dVerse Poetics: Echo. . .echo . . .echo
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Bus and Break

the rushing wind kisses my cheeks as i keep the bus’ window open. we are zigzagging and zooming because 6 in the morning is synonymous to a free-flowing highway. no traffic. no accidents (yet). as my eyes stare at the birthing of yet another sun, my ears is swimming on a familiar tune. a tune the heart needs as morning booster and as a balm to yesterday’s hurt. feet tap tap. fingers tap tap. you’re not breaking me.

a summer-like song
for a winter-frozen heart.
i will beat again.

So the song I was talking about in this piece is Unbreakable Smile by Tori Kelly.
La da da da dee, you’re not breaking me
La de da da da, ain’t got time for ya, singing
La da da da dee, you won’t shatter me
La de da da da, got an unbreakable smile
P.P.S. And because I don’t drive I realistically describe a day on a bus. 🙂
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In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday: Tramps like us were born to survive… by kanzensakura.
Today, I’d like you to write about singing along with your music and driving.  Off on a trip, off on vacation, soothing yourself and just driving at night, driving out your anger or your grief, shared a few songs with a friend?

Still Screams

my heart
still screams
your name,
though mind
says we’ll never
be the same.

your mind’s
now filled
with fame,
true love’s
now not
your heart’s game.

mind tries
hard to
keep sane,
while my heart
still screams
your name.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

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