Newspaper’s Noise: A Neville*

Newspaper's Noise: A Neville* Nervous, hurried, keyboard taps serve nest for stories' mind. Never, eyes can't be blind news're inclined to evil's curve. No, good news exist but no one can ever shut noise of society's evil nerves. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Matt Popovich In response to Daily Post: Newspaper and… Continue reading Newspaper’s Noise: A Neville*

Seaside Surprise: A Palette*

Seaside Surprise: A Palette* Crystal clear sea misplaces, hugs pristine, soft, sun-bathed sand, young pelicans roams and glide, golden soleil smiles from above, as warm whispers of breeze dries your fresh blood in my hands. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Zack Minor In response to Daily Post: Misplaced and Napowrimo Day 11.   Today,… Continue reading Seaside Surprise: A Palette*

Heart vs Mind: A Somonka*

Heart vs Mind: A Somonka* Superstitious mind intelligence beyond heart mind over matter neurons versus heart's fast beats who should be your life's leader? Fear not 'i love you' sometimes they are really true nonetheless, let heart beat with your clever brain's wit 'cause love needs both: heart and mind. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer.… Continue reading Heart vs Mind: A Somonka*

Old Rose: A Rhupunt*

Old Rose: A Rhupunt* (A Fictional Love Letter) Exudes radiance sweet, soft fragrance amid thorn's glance my heart sighs fine. Bold red now fades with days you aged my love's not caged you are still mine. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ravi Pinisetti In response to Daily Post: Tricky and Napowrimo Day 8.   Today, I challenge you to… Continue reading Old Rose: A Rhupunt*

Hay-stacked Soul

Hay-stacked Soul In a dusty old barn your lost soul stays buried under a thousand of dull dry hay in doubt if there is hope to even pray. When is the last time you solemnly pray? during those blissful years your life once stayed? when you harvest sweet fruits, not lifeless hay? Life wheel's now turned, you… Continue reading Hay-stacked Soul

My Journey with ‘D’: A Doha*

My Journey with 'D': A Doha* You're a wrong turn that i always wanted to avoid, ---but will always melts once i smell your sweet steroids. I walked in rushed ragged brisks till my feet fin'lly hurt, ---then i looked side to side and saw you again, dessert! — Note: This is non-fiction! 😀 😀 :D… Continue reading My Journey with ‘D’: A Doha*

Burning Heart: A Tanaga*

Burning Heart: A Tanaga* Spring's warm sprays defrost cold heart Frozen veins wake up, restarts Your roots slowly crawls, take part Will you make heart a sweet art? I nurture, tend, rear, your pulps as you reveal bold red-striped bulbs stunned, dazed, amazed I gulp, heart's now burning with your love. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights… Continue reading Burning Heart: A Tanaga*

Broken Dream: A Cinqku*

Broken Dream: A Cinqku* her arms, her breath's warmth, bring me to life; tears flow, smile fades, she's been long dead. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Rodion Kutsaev In response to Daily Post: Contrast *Cinqku Cinqku is a 5 line haiku attributed to American poet Denis Garrison found at Poetry Bridge. It… Continue reading Broken Dream: A Cinqku*

December Goodbye: A Daina

December Goodbye: A Daina* One year's now down to one chilled month with crisp wind as cold as my heart brought by your December goodbye. A clean slate named change, I will try. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Caleb George   In response to Daily Post: Clarity and Napowrimo Day 4.   Today… Continue reading December Goodbye: A Daina

Dear Mitch Albom: A Ronsardian Ode*

Dear Mitch Albom: A Ronsardian Ode* A reader for delight that was once me, until I stumble upon your words that made me clearly see letters tremble. Tremble with meaning of life, death, beyond, overflow with truth humans must respond, touch hearts alive, old souls revived; your written words, I will always be fond. —… Continue reading Dear Mitch Albom: A Ronsardian Ode*