Fading Photograph

i stumbled upon my five-year-old smile pasted on a fading photograph. it was just me and my sister. she was crying. i was clapping. (mean me?). my small mouth was wide open, wide enough to show the three blank, toothless-gaps. while my sister, a year younger, was red in her wailing feat.

looking at the once child me, i wonder when did my innocence fade? where did my child-like, pure bliss go? who snatched my genuine smile? is it the cruel world? or is it my own bitter words? but then the present mirror shows i may be tired, i may be sometimes sad, but i am braver. i am kinder. i am stronger. i am broken but better.

storm-battered sappling
turns into a dauntless tree.
breaking’s bravery.

05.24.2017
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Photo via Unsplash

In response to Haibun Monday #38, Kintsugi: The Art of Broken Pieces by Grace.
Our challenge is to write about finding beauty in the broken pieces or imperfection and/or the process of mending the broken pieces. You can write about a “broken” object, cityscape or landscape, or personal experience of mending and embracing imperfections. Please write 1 to 2 tight paragraphs of “prose”, followed by a nature-themed “haiku”.
Being that this is Haibun Monday, please write a haibun based on the prompt, ending with a seasonal haiku.   Don’t forget to visit and comment on others poetry, especially to those who have visited you.
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The Bathroom Pianist

I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom.

I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look, she said, “Your dad proposed to me with a song he composed inside his house’s bathroom with this piano.”

“Everyday I wait for him to get this back or to play for me again. I placed it here so he knows where to find it.”

Note: The tiled wall looks bathroom to me. 😀
Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Mike Vore

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 07, 2017. 🙂 Glad to be back dear PJ! ❤

Goddess of Horrors

Goddess of Horrors (Inspired by This Night by Black Lab)

Your eyes possess sparkles no stars can beat.
Your tattered soul is nothing but exquisite.
Your heart is beautifully bruised and scarred.
Your body is a set of perfectly broken shards.

My dear, tonight let me be your honest mirror.
Let me show you the goddess birthed by your life’s horrors.

10.25.2016
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Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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Waiting Under the Gray Clouds

You said we are
never too far
until we are
under the same sky.

“You are my sun,
I am your moon.”
But then why did
we end so soon?

As blue clouds
turns to gray,
I’ll try to keep
my tears at bay.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #18: Clouds by kim881 who wrote about Busting Clouds.

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Here’s how to Quadrille:

– Write a poem of exactly 44 words, including the word cloud.
– Put your poem on your blog and link back to this post.
– Link it up to our Mr. Linky.
– Visit other blogs. Enjoy some amazing poets. Comment. Come back later this week and write another one, and visit some more. Comment some more. Create as many poem clouds as you please. I’ll be reading all week.

Tattooed and Tattered

Rugged hands inked with brave symbols—
dark icons that make innocent heart trembles.
None knows they hide war’s one broken, tattered soul.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Alex Hockett


In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-One.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Edit-out

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In editing,
you take some time away from your piece,
then come back with clear eyes for error.

I am not a written piece that you need to edit.
But you take sometime away to refresh your heart.

Like an initial draft, I waited for my editor’s
red-pen-equipped comeback.
I waited,
I waited,
I waited.

You’re back,
then edit me
out.

03.11.2016
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Photo credit: Unsplash

Broken Quiedise

Broken Quiedise: A Pensee*

Your soul
incandescent,
breaks my robust chrysalis,
your fake radiance’s a bright beguile,
that killed my own guarded Quiedise**.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash


In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites.

Today’s prompt is Paradise Lost by John Milton, John Leonard.

Paradise Lost

The Pensee* found in the Caulkins Handbook stresses exact syllable count and strong end words. This invented verse form was first introduced by American poet and educator, Alice Spokes. It can be found on line at Instant Poetry Forms for Kids

The Pensee is:

  • a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
  • syllabic, 2-4-7-8-8 syllables per line.
  • unrhymed.
  • titled.

Quiedise is Carol of WritersDream9‘s made-up word for a quiet paradise. 

P.S. Thank you for letting me use that wonderful world, Carol. ❤

 

The Legal Wife

As expected his car arrived at exactly 9 am, he then went out calmly yet it’s evident he can barely contain his excitement.

He open the opposite car door and elegantly, the woman in the photo I am holding now appeared.

After crumpling the piece of junk bearing their still smiling faces, my shaking hands clenched the bottle of muriatic acid I have prepared for them.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit:Sonya Oldwin


In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Seven.

If you want to join (it’s not too late and it is surely fun), here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

 

Final Photo

There’s something missing.

After a slow thorough scan of our almost-two-decade house—“Mom!!!”

The last photo dad has captured before he turned into unrecognisable pieces, is missing! I grew old admiring that heartfelt, solitary moment between the soldier and his dog. Now it’s missing!

“What happened!?”

“Dad’s final shot is missing, Mom!!!”

“No, son. It isn’t. I took it down.”

“What? Why? I tho—.”

I’m too confused to think and speak, while my ageing mom looks so close to tears.

“You’re only two when your dad left for the war. He snapped that photo seconds before the soldier and the dog was blown apart. He actually… survived.  But… he never came back. He looked for the soldier’s widow, found her, fall for her. He left us, to be with her.”

Word count: 130

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Pixabay


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 15, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for a beautiful prompt, Priceless Joy!

Read more short stories here: