a land i wish is a myth

in sixteen seconds,

bang, bang, bang, bang.

two young breaths
cold and glass-eyed.

behind’s a pair
of teen-hands.

instead of his
birthday cake,
with a pistol, he
blows his own
mind last.

in sixteen seconds.
another school joins
an exclusive club
no one dreams or wants.

in sixteen seconds
the sky gulps,
to welcome
another batch
of tender buds

brutally picked off
from earth’s

bullet land.

©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo by  Unsplash
For 2019 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14 and for dVerse OLN.
My heart breaks:
Two teens are dead after a 16-year-old gunman shot 5 classmates and himself in 16 seconds, cops say

orange veil


Steps. More steps.

Pointed heels tap, tapping,
Hard soles clank, clanking,
against the tiled, abused floor.

The invading final rays
of the setting sun
again entered unwelcome,
between the squared gaps
of the rusting wired fence.

The outside world’s noise,
helped him in keeping me silent.
Even the orange veil connived
in hiding me beneath his body’s blanket.

Office hours again reached its end.
So as my fading breath.

Stab. More stabs.

©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo and edit via my dearest Shubhodeep Roy

The Picnic

after more than a decade of virtual hugs and late night chats, the four girlfriends have finally met again for a summer picnic.

two married, one engaged, one still single, they’ve bonded because of one common denominator: a guy they played love with. a nerd from college who’s known for his ragged blue jeans and an old-day-smelling shirt.

under the hot sun with the smoky smell of barbecue, there was no sound but their joyful giggles. until a dashing, familiar man appeared. until they heard nothing but bangs after bangs. then the green lawn turned red with fresh blood.


Word count: 100
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Yarnspinner

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 09, 2017. 🙂


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Missing Heart

An eerie blanket of silence wrapped the courtroom. The accused stood, confidently, without a trace of remorse on his rather innocence eyes.

Without reading the grim report of a young married woman who went missing, then body parts being discovered one by one– legs, arms, head– none can even guess the suspect would be a youthful teenager. Until he confessed and surrendered and then plead not guilty.

“I thought I am guilty of killing her, but I am not. I did not kill her. I just took back what she said is mine before she married that stupid man.”

No one tried to speak.

“Her heart is mine, and will forever be mine. I buried it under the logs beside my home, our could have been home.  I gave her back to the world who never dared to accept us. I only kept her heart. What is wrong with that?”

Word count: 150
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Loreta Notto

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 02, 2017. 🙂


Unsaid Adieu

The half-opened bedroom door.
The mute clothes on the floor.
I could’ve asked for more.

Filled with the scent you left.
Still reeling with the shivers you sent.

Caged inside this haunted house
named after you,
still feeling the ghost of your
unsaid adieu.

©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #26 with the word “ghost” from kim881.
Just write a poem of precisely 44 words, including the word ghost.


Dangerous: A Deten

You have
dangerous eyes.
They trapped me willingly,
like a lunatic lost in love
and lies.

Close it
so I’ll see light.
I don’t need rescuing,
my mind can regain its own wit
and fight.

I will be fine.
Like a new butterfly flying
I’ll flourish, exist on my own,
all mine.

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In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 22.

The Deten has a unique rhyme scheme. It was created by Johnn Schroeder and can be found at Poetry Base.

The Deten is:

  • a 15 line poem made up of 3 cinquains.
  • meter at the discretion of the poet. Iambic pentameter is suggested, but tetrameter or sprung rhythm would also work. It might interesting to use the Crapsey Cinquain syllabic frame 2-4-6-8-2.
  • rhymed abcab decde fgcfg.

Porous: A Palette*

Pile of pans and plates
all dried-dirt-kissed,
beside untouched
porous sponge.

Dripping faucet,
says tap, tap, tap.
Below rusted sink
mice munch, munch, munch.

Blood-bathed body,
lifeless eyes wide open.
Silently decays,
alone, badly broken.

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In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 8.

Palette  creates a vivid word painting within a brief and lyrical poem. It is simply a short poem, using vivid imagery. This genre was specified by Viola Berg. There is no prescribed structure or rhyme. The only mandate is the poem should create a brilliant image in the reader’s mind.

The Palette is:

  • a word painting.
  • framed at the discretion of the poet.


*A collaboration with my Queen of Sonnets,who I consider a dear friend,  Melinda Kucsera of In Media Res.

Rebirth*: A Renkay**

Through bright light I rise
Endless night I leave behind
From a corpse set free

Body lays frozen
As warm soul flies, awaken
Is my life’s taken?

Into light divine
The source of life I see
Death is a doorway

Feet leads to stairway
Towards the place for the dead,
Also for rebirth.

Mounting the risers
I ascend towards heaven
Its pearl gates call me.

P.S. Thank you, Mel, for sharing your pen with me again! It is always, always a delight! Good luck on your new book. ❤

Photo credit: Pixabay

Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)


Renkay is a shorter American variation of the Renga. It fosters developmental linking in which the poets move the poem through a theme. It allows for linking of previously written haiku, unlike the renga’s spontaneity.

Renkay is:

  • usually communal, written by more than one poet. (It can also be written by just one poet.) The change of poet can either be indicated by initials to the side of the stanza or in this day of computers, by italics or change of font.
  • stanzaic, 5 linked tercets.
  • syllabic, each stanza is 17 syllables or less, usually written in 3 lines of short-long-short pattern of the haiku, sort of.
  • composed around a common theme.
  • often composed with a senyru as the final stanza.

From Darkness*


*A collaboration with my new-found pen-partner, Josslyn Turner of A Life In Transition.

From Darkness

Stumbling, catching breath
Through forest of black
Where dreams are scarce
Breakaway from the static

Searching, seeking light
‘tween trees like beasts
Death seething in the gloom
Catching souls that wilt

Struggling, fighting for purpose
Escape from the lingering shadows
Where regrets are abundant
The light above awaits

Climbing, rushing towards light
Away from a thousand broken promises
Inside the brightness of heaven
Beating heart’s now even.

Following the whispers of the wind
Toward a life anew
Heaven can wait another day
My time is here and now.

Photo Credit: Ariel Ophelia