autumn spell

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in this maze of bleeding leaves
as if the mighty Him spilled red inks
on top of the lush trees and twigs
to signal the yearly seasons’ shift,

find me lurking not
beneath the tall towers of red and yellow,
find me hiding not
inside the house with the whispering cello,

find me sitting not
on the edge of the long, winding road,
find me breathing not
inside the rushing car, suddenly slowed.

one more inhale,
one more exhale,
soul elevates maybe
to heaven or to hell.

well, the view from the top
of this scarlet autumn spell
makes this final moment
a little easier.

08.14.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Shubhodeep Roy

The Cabin’s Smell

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Proudly dressed in scarlet, these trees will soon be naked once the chilling winter defeats the bloody fall. So before snow blankets the roads, I have to run and run with all my might to lose more weight.

I’ve been running for 30 minutes already when the sweet smell of creamy pumpkin soup wafted through my my nose down to my tongue.

Oh dear.

I followed the smell and figured it’s coming from a light-less cabin. I move towards it slowly as if I’m hypnotized. Too hypnotized to notice the huge black dog barking loudly at me as its fangs shine in anger.

Uh oh.

I backed away slowly before I launched into the fastest run I ever did. I guess this morning is indeed for running and not eating.

Word count: 130

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Phylor


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) September 06, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

 

Unexpected Fall

I’m no hopeless romantic. My mind has always won over my heart, making it always realistic. I don’t look forward to forever. I choose to relish what I have today. I don’t believe in love at first sight. I believe love is a constant, daily fight. I never thought I would fall for you. Actually, I do not want to. I always dreamed of loving someone I barely knew. Someone that is not you.

But time, fate connived
like a tree’s last leaf, I fall.
Our story was born.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash


Back story: This is a non-fiction account of my own love life. 😀 My almost six-year boyfriend is actually a childhood friend. And… the haibun above says it all. ❤

In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday: A Little Romance by Toni of kanzen sakura. Read her own haibun here.

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Hi!  Happy Haibun Monday to you all.  I hope you all have your heartsready to pen a romantic haibun.  I think we all have romance in common:  a first romance, unrequited, summer love, lost love, forever love…

You can write this easily.  Remember, a haibun is not a work of fiction, it is true.  So please share with us a romantic episode or time of your life.

Our romances are like a movie or the most mundane ordinary thing in the world.  I want you to please think and pull out your best romantic (or funniest or saddest) haibun ever.  Please give me one or two tight paragraphs with a true classic haiku at the end – nature based with a cutting or pivot in the second line.  The count will be 5-7-5 but some do write short-long-short.

Mahulog Sa’yo | Fall For You*

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*Very first collaboration with the writer-best-friend I never got to have, my now proud Filipina blogger-best-friend and an equally gifted poetess and storyteller, Maria of Doodles and Scribbles.

She wrote the lovely Tagalog (language of the Philippines) poem and I tried translating it to English. ❤ Thank you for letting me do that, Maria. ❤


Mahulog Sa’yo | Fall For You

Sanay na akong nakasunod | I have always been
sa iyong mga yapak, | a follower of your steps,
At ang anino mo’y | Behind your shadows
pilit hinanagilap. | I have never left.

Kuntento na akong pagmasdan | It is enough for me to stare
sa likod ng pintuan, | behind silent closed doors,
Ang pagsilay ng iyong mga ngiti | Waiting for your sweet smile
na sa aking pagod ay pumapawi. | that erases my soul’s remorse.

Kaya, mahal, pakiusap ko lang, | To you my love I beg,
Hayaan mong ako’y magmahal, | Just let me love you,
sa lihim lamang. | inside hidden heart’s keg.

Wag mo akong dalhin sa tuktok | Don’t let me reach your heart’s peak
para lang iyong iwanan, | Only to wait for your absent heart beats.
Wag mo akong bigyan ng dahilan para isipinm | Don’t let my mind wonder,
na maaaring may pag-asa, | that we have a future to share,
na maaaring ako’y mahal mo rin pala | that you can love me too, oh dear.

Dahil kung sakali man | Cause just in case,
handa akong tumalon. | know that I’m willing to jump.
Handa akong mahulog para sa iyo. | From a high cliff towards you.
Handa akong mahulog sa iyo. | To fall even to death just to be with you.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash.com


In response to Napowrimo Day 30. (yes, I’m done catching up! :D)

 

And now our prompt (still optional!) Because we’ve spent our month looking at poets in English translation, today I’d like you to try your hand at a translation of your own. If you know a foreign language, you could take a crack at translating a poem by a poet writing in that language.

Read the rest of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!

 

Autumn’s Passage*

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Autumn’s Passage*

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

Melinda, an eloquent poetess and a gifted fantasy writer, is the author of epic fantasy adventure Stars and Angel Sing. Visit her blog and take a thrilling journey as she takes you to the enchanted world of Shayari.


Autumn’s Passage

Leaves painted in sunset hues reach for sky
Skeletal trees so bare and so naked
As leaves fall, pool like earth’s blood on wind’s sigh
Turns green grounds to a bed that’s gold-plated
Ready for winter to lie down and rest
As coming freezing chills sips its gaiety
Autumn still remains piled up and dressed
Displays her own unique scarlet beauty
She lulls the trees to sleep, to wait for spring
Whispers calming song, earth’s wind sings along
Dragging ever nearer winter’s cold sting
Holds on to it’s red crown that won’t last long
All leaves fall in the end to make compost
As white frosts replace rust, crimson combos.

Image credit: Unsplash

The Bloodiest Leaf

My friends love either spring or summer with the shining bright soleil. I am the odd fan of fall. The only kid who loves to see trees go skeletal. Little do they know the leaf-less twigs also scared me. But I still love fall because of my granny!

She lives in a brick red house with a bold blue door. When Ber-month starts, autumn’s scarlet leaves begin to crawl and cover her brick wall. It’s the signal: let the games begin!

Whoever points the bloodiest leaf, among me and my cousins, will get the biggest chunk of world’s chocolatiest cake!

Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Pixabay


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) April 06, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for the lovely fall-inspired prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤

Read more short stories here:

 

WRITING 101: Seasons

My soul still search for you.

For five long years, I was able to avoid this street. I was able to erase this area. I wanted to avoid you. I wanted to avoid us.

Until my car stopped. It ceased to move, for reasons I don’t know. I guess it brought me here. To the corner we call our own.

Winter, spring, summer and fall, this bench was ours.

It was a cold December night when you find me in this corner. I said my name, you said yours.

It was a blooming April morning when you asked me to be yours. Of course, I said yes.

It was a hot yet so bright July afternoon when you gave me that ring. I said I love you and you said you do, too.

I waited for you on that fateful day of October. I can vividly smell the earth-scents and feel the sky-winds as I saw you walk towards me.

I thought it was you. But it wasn’t you. I thought you will come for me. But instead, I went to see you. I waited for you on our corner. But you didn’t wait for me. It’s humidly autumn, but you laid still, chillingly frozen.

“Enough,” I said to myself.

I went back to my car because I cannot stand to be in this corner anymore.

I ran, then stopped abruptly when I saw my bloody self inside my crushed car.


Yay! This is the first time in so many years that I crafted a fictional very-short story and this feels great!

This post is inspired by Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 4 assignment. 

Day 4: A story in a single image

Yesterday, you found inspiration in one word and used it as a springboard for a post idea. Images — including photographs and works of art — can also act as starting points for stories, essays, poems, and personal musings. For this exercise, use one of the images above as the creative spark for today’s post. You might use it as the setting for a story or poem, write about how it makes you feel, or describe a memory conjured by it.

NOTE: This story has already a second part. Seasons Part II.

Please share your thoughts.

I highly value your comments, fellow bloggers. 🙂

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