I write because I read. I read because I write.
Is there somebody
who’ll be willing to save
my soul, my heart, me.
They say I
only feel
the love I like,
they don’t know I’m
slowly fading
dying, drifting away.
—
04.08.2016
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I still remember: the gentle rush of the calm yet humming cerulean ocean as it hugs the waiting sun-bathed sand and silent shells ashore; the sweet whisper of the whistling wind as it combs the golden grass strands who always beg for more; and then the loud yet soothing klee-ew sounds of the winged gulls flying freely above the expansive salted-water-made floor.
Our beating hearts sung
softly with that summer choir.
Do you remember?
—
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In response to dVerse‘s Tuesday Poetics: The Sound of LOVE by Walter J. Wojtanik. Read his Whispers of Love, too.
Also for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille August 17th 2016 … a summer tale.
My fingers will never be enough to count how many times you whispered you love me most. Love me more than anyone in the world. Love me more than anything on earth.
How you want to have a home with white picket fence, where you and me and our four little kids will live with utmost happiness.
But then for ten long years of hearing your words, you’ve never climbed even the first step. Your dreams remain dreams, your words remain noises your tongue uttered.
I guess it’s now time to remove my cloak of hope. Maybe when I’m gone you can make your dreams more than a hope.
—
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
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Word prompt: Melinda Kucsera of In Media Res (Thank you, dearest friend!)
It took me so many years to find a mountain-home away from the seashore that holds our precious memories. It took me great effort and a sum of money to build this fortress that will protect me from your silent yet screaming ghost.
But when I encountered my first storm and I heard the whispers of the far-flung thunder, I figured I was wrong. Each brontide was stamped with the sweet sound of your sighs. Each grumble was sealed your voice’s hypnotizing sweet cries.
So my dear, please answer, where can I hide from you now?
—
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
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Word prompt: Melinda Kucsera of In Media Res (Thank you, dearest friend!)
my heart
still screams
your name,
though mind
says we’ll never
be the same.
your mind’s
now filled
with fame,
true love’s
now not
your heart’s game.
mind tries
hard to
keep sane,
while my heart
still screams
your name.
—
04.07.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
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Your loud ‘get up’
has always been
my first day’s noise.
Now I hear nothing
but the ghost
of your voice.
—
04.05.2016
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Would a sudden silent
goodbye
hurt more than a
seen screaming
lie?
—
04.05.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
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Spring blooms
came earlier than June.
Smiles moon
shines in starry cocoon.
All’s lovely
colors bold and carefree,
it was then
you’ve decided to leave me.
Your absence’s
a sudden nadir
cruel enough to
snatch my spring’s flair.
—
04.02.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
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Our old cherry tree is pregnant again with its plump, bloody, cheerful fruits,
which always remind me of your red lips as soft as the sound of the flute—
until that wintry day came and turned them so blue and oh, so cold.
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Photo credit: Inma Ibáñez
I miss three-lining! ❤
—
In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Twenty-Seven.
If you want to join, here are the simple rules:
She left me with nothing but two torn pages
scrawled softly with her sweet, subtle white lies
about him.
—
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Ronny Garcia Moron
In response to Mindlovemisery Menagerie: Photo Challenge #124
