Crossing (Her) Bridge

Sweaty, cold hands grip the cold rails, agonized eyes stare at her almost fading trails-- footprints of all she has done, mud piles of all her missed fun, holed-patches of all she has lost, unturned stones of her dreams still at frost. Waiting lungs heave one deep, deep breath, shaky foot finally decided to take its… Continue reading Crossing (Her) Bridge

Waiting Castle

Let your nervous, jittery footsteps ignore the crashing angry ocean. Let your weary heart shelve its loud fear-filled da-dums. Lift your spirit up ‘cause your dream-castle awaits you, love. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: William Bout In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Eight. If you want to join,… Continue reading Waiting Castle

To the Holder of my life’s map

I know You since I’m three or two. You know life’s hell that I’ve been through. Up, down, and up again Rollercoaster life feels like I’m in vain. Surrender, that’s what I did, as I sink in the sea of grief. My dream is dead, I said to self, as I smell my failure’s stench.… Continue reading To the Holder of my life’s map

Deadly Fall

I cannot let him reach me. I cannot. So I ran, ran as if my life depends on it. Oh yes, my life depends on how fast my legs are. Climbing every step away from him. My legs ached. My feet hurt. But I didn’t stop. Run. Run. Run. Faster. Suddenly I bumped into a… Continue reading Deadly Fall


I am one of the richest woman. All men bow before me. My words are valued and honored. No one dare to refute thee. A humongous walk-in closet, houses my finest garments. An equally majestic library serves as fortress of my wordly attachments. Admiring the glory of my dreams that are now a reality, I… Continue reading Nefelibata


It has always been my dream to become a writer, a journalist might be the proper term. To see my name in the prestigious by-line of the story that I wrote, would feel like I won a much-coveted Olympic gold. I never knew until college, that Nanay (mother) shares the same dream. I should've figured… Continue reading Ghost

Qualm: A Quinzaine

Qualm: A Quinzaine ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer I believe I can do it. Is it possible? Oh, can I? — Photo credit: Cam Adams In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge: Q is for Quinzaine Quinzaine The Quinzaine is an internet form found at Shadow Poetry and Instant Poetry for Kids, named from the… Continue reading Qualm: A Quinzaine

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*

Fly: A Fib

Fly: A Fib ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Soar high, leave thy weights and loads, tear off doubting cloak, follow the sun, let go, just float. — Photo credit: Kupono Kuwamura In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge: F is for Fib Fib Fib or fibonacci poem is based on the Fibonacci sequence. The number… Continue reading Fly: A Fib

Chase: A Cinquain

Chase: A Cinquain ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Chaser of hazy hopes believes impossible in time will become possible, dreamer. — Photo credit: Serhat Duygun In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge: C is for Cinquain Cinquain Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2,… Continue reading Chase: A Cinquain