Your loud ‘get up’
has always been
my first day’s noise.
Now I hear nothing
but the ghost
of your voice.
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04.05.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
Photo credit: Unsplash
I write because I read. I read because I write.
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
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
Photo credit: Unsplash
It has always been my dream to become a writer, a journalist might be the proper term. To see my name in the prestigious by-line of the story that I wrote, would feel like I won a much-coveted Olympic gold.
I never knew until college, that Nanay (mother) shares the same dream. I should’ve figured through the old baby photos inked with her scribbled narratives of my tiniest beams or angriest screams.
And so I tried my luck, with my degree as my backpack, I tiptoed towards an unknown track. Then I found a good samaritan who lead me, guide me through the mountain. Together we climb journalism’s terrain. I can already see the peak, I can almost touch it. That’s when the corporate monster appeared to suck all my wit.
I fall briskly, painfully. But my dream’s too stubborn to abandon me entirely. So now I am working behind. Cloaked and hidden somewhere no one can find.
My mind thinks.
My fingers type.
My eyes read.
My mind edits.
The article’s done, but I don’t recognize the name on the by-line.
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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to dVerse‘s Let’s Kick it Up A Notch by Victoria C. Slotto.
Search your archives and choose a poem, even if it’s one you thought was already done, and see if you can add a little spice to it through the use of sensory description, replacing metaphor, or tightening up your word count. (If you write prose, maybe you could choose a paragraph and make it into a poem, still applying the prompt.)
Read Victoria’s own poem titled Death Imagined.
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NOTE: Here is the original poem where this prose came from.
It has always been a dream to be a writer.
A writer who can be able to see her name in the prestigious ‘by-line’.
But now, I have settled to write ‘behind’.
My mind works.
My mind thinks.
My fingers type.
I finish the article.
But the By Line’ isn’t mine.
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Been absent for quite a while now so here are some book updates and life updates for this past few weeks.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak
and Adultery by Paulo Coelho.
Will share my thoughts about these four books later, hopefully!
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It has always been a dream to be a writer.
A writer who can be able to see her name in the prestigious ‘by-line’.
But now, I have settled to write ‘behind’.
My mind works.
My mind thinks.
My fingers type.
I finish the article.
But the By Line’ isn’t mine.
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