Buried Deep

her feet buried
in a deep, deep soil of grief
and self-doubt.

a larva cocooned so long,
afraid to break free,
to break out.

until the wind of change
made her shell dance,
wiggle, wriggle,
jiggle, wobble,
shake, bounce.

life’s gonna hurt
but it’s meant to be felt.
come out now,
free yourself,
be brave.

P.S. Another piece inspired by India Arie. This time it’s her song Break the Shell.
Child its time to break the shell
Life’s gonna hurt but its meant to be felt
You cannot touch the sky from inside yourself
You cannot fly until you break the shell
05.10.2017
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Photo via Unsplash

In response to Soil poetics by Björn Rudberg (brudberg).
May is here and at least in Sweden it’s when we finally have spring. This is when all the strength of soil and seed spring forth. Every day is just another shade of green.
Today I want you to write poetry about soil. To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be.
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Attachments

helium-filled balloons
float up, up, away
from the dust
of the waiting
earth,
to kiss the sky’s
welcoming
mirth.

why do we
find it hard
to be like
the cheery balloons–
happy when
we’re being
let go?

maybe because
we prefer attachments
over freedom.

03.28.2017
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Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #29 by whimsygizmo.
Just write a poem of precisely 44 words, including the word balloon.

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Freeing the Criminal

Freeing the Criminal (Inspired by Criminal by Fiona Apple)

You’re the criminal who has been jailed inside my heart.
Locked with ball and chain, I’ve kept you hidden inside.

I thought keeping you will make me blissful and glad.
Nope. I’m just like a lone warrior waging a foolish fight.

So come out now, my prisoner. I’ll accept my lost.
Letting you go is better for me, first and foremost.

10.24.2016
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Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly. ❤

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Fly Out

Fly Out (Inspired by The Other Side of Paradise by Glass Animals)

Cocooned inside her own catastrophe,
the smiling sun teased her pale skin ceaselessly.
Maybe it’s time to see the other side of paradise,
the only way is to fly out from her word-made cave of lies.

10.24.2016
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Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly. ❤

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Dangerous: A Deten

You have
dangerous eyes.
They trapped me willingly,
like a lunatic lost in love
and lies.

Close it
so I’ll see light.
I don’t need rescuing,
my mind can regain its own wit
and fight.

Alone
I will be fine.
Like a new butterfly flying
I’ll flourish, exist on my own,
all mine.

Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 22.

The Deten has a unique rhyme scheme. It was created by Johnn Schroeder and can be found at Poetry Base.

The Deten is:

  • a 15 line poem made up of 3 cinquains.
  • meter at the discretion of the poet. Iambic pentameter is suggested, but tetrameter or sprung rhythm would also work. It might interesting to use the Crapsey Cinquain syllabic frame 2-4-6-8-2.
  • rhymed abcab decde fgcfg.

Saved

I thought I lost me
when you left suddenly
years after ‘I’ died,
eye fin’lly see the lie.

You swallowed ‘me’
with your love,
abandoned thee
in one swift shove.

Now ‘I’ is back
bravely climbed up,
from the grave
you dug and gave,
me, I, now saved.

04.05.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: Unsplash

Disenthral

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Disenthral: A Deten*

I’ve lived
so happily
inside your own dark world,
without a desire to be freed
really.

I did
tried to break free
against your harsh brute words
but I failed like a wilted seed,
badly.

Mind lead
weak heart fin’lly,
they fought for my own worth
and burned your spell like a wild weed,
I’m free.

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

Photo credit: Unsplash.com

Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)


*The Deten has a unique rhyme scheme. It was created by Johnn Schroeder and can be found at Poetry Base.

The Deten is:

  • a 15 line poem made up of 3 cinquains.
  • meter at the discretion of the poet. Iambic pentameter is suggested, but tetrameter or sprung rhythm would also work. It might interesting to use the Crapsey Cinquain syllabic frame 2-4-6-8-2.
  • rhymed abcab decde fgcfg.

From Darkness*

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*A collaboration with my new-found pen-partner, Josslyn Turner of A Life In Transition.

From Darkness

Stumbling, catching breath
Through forest of black
Where dreams are scarce
Breakaway from the static

Searching, seeking light
‘tween trees like beasts
Death seething in the gloom
Catching souls that wilt

Struggling, fighting for purpose
Escape from the lingering shadows
Where regrets are abundant
The light above awaits

Climbing, rushing towards light
Away from a thousand broken promises
Inside the brightness of heaven
Beating heart’s now even.

Following the whispers of the wind
Toward a life anew
Heaven can wait another day
My time is here and now.

Photo Credit: Ariel Ophelia

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.

Come Out

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Come Out: A Fib*

Set
your
spirit
free from doubt,
let your heart speak up,
fifty shades of freedom, come out.

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

Photo credit: Unsplash


In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites.

Today’s prompt is Fifty Shades of Freedom.

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.