Heart’s Birth: A Haibun*

Fierce wind drops, noisy wind blows, flood water inside our house flows. My clumsy-self tries so hard to tie my only pair of shoe, I have to go to school, it's my sole due. School's our only hope, that's our home's breath. Family's in falling slope, quitting school means death. courageous heart was born with home's… Continue reading Heart’s Birth: A Haibun*

Dear News: Three Sept*

Dear News: Three Sept* Once I dreamed of writing, seeing my name in front of daily news. As I read chaotic election, war, I can't help but just sigh. My dream snapped like tulip killed by winter. Dear news, I once loved you. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Sergey Zolkin In response to… Continue reading Dear News: Three Sept*

Inside My Suitcase-Heart: A Double Acrostic*

Who's inside my suitcase-heart? It's for you to find out. ❤ Inside My Suitcase-Heart: A Double Acrostic* Mind’s amazed with Taj yet I don’t want to let grandiose acts obscure essence of love. Vivid sincere acts that sweep, enough, ‘cause my heart’s easy to reach. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Pixabay… Continue reading Inside My Suitcase-Heart: A Double Acrostic*

Giggling Innocence: A San San*

Giggling Innocence: A San San* Your sweet giggling innocence screams, awakes asleep mem'ry. Mind's screaming silence now ends as I hear soothing cadence, your voice soothes chained spirit free. Screaming silence now giggles, your giggling innocence sends soothing cadence that tickles. --- ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Danielle MacInnes In response to… Continue reading Giggling Innocence: A San San*

Bedtime Aphorism: An Anna*

Bedtime Aphorism: An Anna* Moon beam's fin'lly here magneting us 'neath the bed that's ours to share, snuggle forever, my dear. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Charlie Hang In response to Daily Post: Bedtime and Napowrimo Day 13.   The number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to… Continue reading Bedtime Aphorism: An Anna*

Newspaper’s Noise: A Neville*

Newspaper's Noise: A Neville* Nervous, hurried, keyboard taps serve nest for stories' mind. Never, eyes can't be blind news're inclined to evil's curve. No, good news exist but no one can ever shut noise of society's evil nerves. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Matt Popovich In response to Daily Post: Newspaper and… Continue reading Newspaper’s Noise: A Neville*

Seaside Surprise: A Palette*

Seaside Surprise: A Palette* Crystal clear sea misplaces, hugs pristine, soft, sun-bathed sand, young pelicans roams and glide, golden soleil smiles from above, as warm whispers of breeze dries your fresh blood in my hands. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Zack Minor In response to Daily Post: Misplaced and Napowrimo Day 11.   Today,… Continue reading Seaside Surprise: A Palette*

Heart vs Mind: A Somonka*

Heart vs Mind: A Somonka* Superstitious mind intelligence beyond heart mind over matter neurons versus heart's fast beats who should be your life's leader? Fear not 'i love you' sometimes they are really true nonetheless, let heart beat with your clever brain's wit 'cause love needs both: heart and mind. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer.… Continue reading Heart vs Mind: A Somonka*

Old Rose: A Rhupunt*

Old Rose: A Rhupunt* (A Fictional Love Letter) Exudes radiance sweet, soft fragrance amid thorn's glance my heart sighs fine. Bold red now fades with days you aged my love's not caged you are still mine. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ravi Pinisetti In response to Daily Post: Tricky and Napowrimo Day 8.   Today, I challenge you to… Continue reading Old Rose: A Rhupunt*

Hay-stacked Soul

Hay-stacked Soul In a dusty old barn your lost soul stays buried under a thousand of dull dry hay in doubt if there is hope to even pray. When is the last time you solemnly pray? during those blissful years your life once stayed? when you harvest sweet fruits, not lifeless hay? Life wheel's now turned, you… Continue reading Hay-stacked Soul