tick tock (a butterfly cinquain)

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 for Butterfly Cinquain.
Butterfly Cinquain isn’t a cinquain at all:it is a nonostich (9 lines)and uses the syllable count of the Crapsey Cinquain and then reverses it, therefore the misnomer.  The elements of the Butterfly Cinquain are:
  1. 9 line poem.
  2. syllabic, 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line.
  3. unrhymed.

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First Fly

2

“That’s your daddy, little man!”

My mom-heart swells when the eyes of my four-year old sparked in delight as he watched his father fly the red helicopter for the first time. From playing toy planes, now my beloved husband is flying his real one.

“Let’s go, Momma! Come on!!!” he giddily say as he pulled me towards our condo’s door where we gaze at the lovely, exciting scene.

“Not yet love, it’s not safe—.”

A loud ear-shattering blast. We looked up.

My son’s delighted eyes turned to widely horrified.

“Moooooom!!”

“No. No. It’s not your daddy. It cannot. I cannot be.”

Word count: 100

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

Photo credit: Iain Kelly


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 30, 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:

Escape

Escape

Raindrops washes my dark tainted pass,
train rails erases mem’ries I don’t want to last.
It’s time to fly fast— away from them, towards his arms.

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

Photo credit: Wilson Lau 


Note: I said I’m taking a break with writing prompts, but the blessing that would make me busy, I think, is still far away. So here I am, again.. 🙂

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Eighteen.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Fly: A Fib

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 of syllables in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8.

Missed a letter/poem? Read all Poetry from A-Z here.