I write because I read. I read because I write.
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
Patawad, Pilipinas Hindi ako makakaboto bukas. Ang mga paa ko’y nakaapak sa isang malayong landas. Kumakayod para sa pamilyang hugutan ng lakas. Subalit, Pilipinas, dinig ko ang iyong hikbi. Umiiyak din ang aking puso, na para bang ako’y sawi sa nakikitang mga pangalang sa malamang ay magwawagi. Oo, Pilipinas, mahina ako sa Filipino. Sa simpleng… Continue reading patawad, Pilipinas (forgive me, Philippines)
Feeble waves made of infant dusk's soft wind, liquid mirror glows with sunset's pastel rind. Fallen plumeria floats, decaying but still blooming, faith, be fluid like water --- rippling, shape-shifting, unending. 04.10.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Chelsea Audibert on Unsplash Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Water, Water Everywhere .
It's almost two in the morning, I am supposed to be sleeping, probably paddling through the river of dreams this night has to offer. My eyes are sleepy, my body at less than 5% of mortal battery, still I get up, still I write. The soul would never let this wee hours --- when the… Continue reading A Look Back to Move Forward
Wayward, barefoot steps search the path untamed, cluttered with rocks of doubts, holes of flaws ready for blisters, scars, knowing to rise means to fall first. — 03.26.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. W is for Wayra. The Wayra (Quechua - wind ) is… Continue reading barefoot (a wayra)
Let hope be the wings of your uncharted dreams. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. L is for Lanterne. Lanterne are: a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines. syllabic, 1-2-3-4-1 syllables per line. is composed with no punctuation and no rhyme,… Continue reading winged dreams (a lanterne)
Come out of your self-made cave, new morn’s warm kiss waits to end your night sky’s loss of faith. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. F is for Fib. The Fib is the brain child of American screenwriter, Gregory Pincus found in his blog at GottaBook in… Continue reading kiss of faith (a fib)
It takes many tick tocks before your wings open, to taste its first lick of earth’s wind before your lightweight feathers kiss earth's breeze While the clock is singing learn patience in waiting. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. B is… Continue reading tick tock (a butterfly cinquain)
As I grew older I learned to stop hating you, and start loving you. For your ruthlessness is the lamp showing me to keep my heart kind. For your darkness is the night teaching me to find my own light, no matter how hard. — 02.28.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash
In Psychology they say, the glass will be half empty or half full based on how you see it, on my way home late last night, I paused a minute to look up to the hundreds of the stars I can see, and the thousands more I cannot see. For some reasons they reminded me… Continue reading O v e r f l o w
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