i wonder

Do the crows knowa group of them is called a murder?A murder, their lunch,delivered by guns onhumans' hands.Do the rooks wear some suit and tie, to fit their name--- a parliament. Do they get to decide wherethe next bomb willspit out its wreak? Oh, that's on us, again.These corvids probablythink these terms soundbest to describe… Continue reading i wonder

spring is earth’s bouquet

sold on a morningMay to him whosehands the clock hascolored gray, for agrave under a bowedoak tree where lieshis ring's eternalpair. — 05.04.2022©2022 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo by Daniil Silantev on UnsplashThis work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. For dVerse: dVerse – Poetics – Small Change or Big Bucks 

sunflowers aflame: a decuain*

Afternoon sky, here, wears a cordial blue,a few white clouds soft glide 'bove gentle air.Even plane passengers can't smell the stewof far flung blood and sweat in missiles' lair.It is quite weird to seat and brush my hairwhen someone's head, afar, turns red in flame.If I sip my coffee, do I not carefor lives disturbed… Continue reading sunflowers aflame: a decuain*

komorebi*

after Caroll Crush March sun spills likea runny yolk in betweendry twigs of tall oaks. The foliaged groundwakes up, feet free of slippers crack crisp leaves with wormsbeneath. Above, early birds sing a tune only they can understand as ifhushing two melting dark-candy eyes. — 03.09.2022©2022 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo by Maarten Deckers on… Continue reading komorebi*

silent stare

at times wheni feel like You're just looking at me - insoaked prayers - albeit with Your eyes closed, as if Your power is to silent stare. i remember the sparrow outside my window, warm under December snow. You love me,even in silence. — 03.08.2022©2022 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash.This work is licensed… Continue reading silent stare

a hospital triptych

second left from the oldlift, three pink babiesare sound asleep.two floors below, an oldwoman tears to see hermom who's long beengone.inside the doctor's officea family of four awaitsresults of cameras that invaded their fatheryesterday. “To everything there is a season.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 — 02.24.2022©2022 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash.This work is licensed under a Creative Commons… Continue reading a hospital triptych

chaney

On the shores of St. Croix, jewels were found not in locked, glossy standees but in between bare sand— shards of antique china, broken by gavels of time, sneaked in nooks, crannies of the island’s beach line, some say they are from the cruising Europeans with broken wares falling, some believe they were looted, destroyed… Continue reading chaney

pocket: a 100-word story

after Kimberly Blaeser's When We Sing of Might at 3pm, the sun wears my 20's feet. unsure how bright to glow yet certain that the west exist to swallow it like a sea's wide mouth. i am almost 30. as i blow more candles, i find myself ageing like my mother and the mothers before her.… Continue reading pocket: a 100-word story

sink me: a haiku

floating seaweed by Fay Collins sea blue paints my lips---grinning red. ready to sinkinside seaweeds' arms. — 11.25.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via https://faycollinsart.co.uk/This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. For dVerse: Tuesday Poetics: Fay Collins revisited. - Wrote a haiku for this painting by Fay Collins. As a tropical woman born in the lovely… Continue reading sink me: a haiku

safe

when i find it hard to see things that can make my old heart glad, i remember the scared eyes of my one-year-old self. my small arms hugging my then thin dad. at early 20's, with his hair middle-parted. on his left hand was a pink, birthday balloon, on his lips a small smile. his… Continue reading safe