Brontide

It took me so many years to find a mountain-home away from the seashore that holds our precious memories. It took me great effort and a sum of money to build this fortress that will protect me from your silent yet screaming ghost.

But when I encountered my first storm and I heard the whispers of the far-flung thunder, I figured I was wrong. Each brontide was stamped with the sweet sound of your sighs. Each grumble was sealed your voice’s hypnotizing sweet cries.

So my dear, please answer, where can I hide from you now?

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

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Word prompt: Melinda Kucsera of In Media Res (Thank you, dearest friend!)

Still Screams

my heart
still screams
your name,
though mind
says we’ll never
be the same.

your mind’s
now filled
with fame,
true love’s
now not
your heart’s game.

mind tries
hard to
keep sane,
while my heart
still screams
your name.

04.07.2016
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Nadir

Spring blooms
came earlier than June.
Smiles moon
shines in starry cocoon.

All’s lovely
colors bold and carefree,
it was then
you’ve decided to leave me.

Your absence’s
a sudden nadir
cruel enough to
snatch my spring’s flair.

04.02.2016
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Bad Goodbye

Bad Goodbye

You said it’s unintended farewell,
but your eyes shows you’re
lying, lying, lying.
You can’t even look straight to me,
as my tears starts
flowing, flowing, flowing.

As I try to keep
my broken heart
beating, beating, beating,
you closed the door,
and leave me with no air for
breathing, breathing, breathing.

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In response to dVerse‘s Poetics: Unintended Farewell.

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Coming to this week’s prompt – here is what I have in mind – I want you to write a poem about the farewell you gave but didn’t mean to – the good-bye you said but hoped that you will meet again at the crossroads. I know it happened to me before, more than once – that I got onto a train, waved my hands involuntarily, the people I left behind fading slowly and that only made me realize how strong the bond was. I hope you will enjoy writing this – come join me and celebrate poetry.

 

Refreshed View: A Lune

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Refreshed View: A Lune

Your sudden goodbye
killed old ‘I’,
cleansed me and my eye.

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

Photo credit: Kantemir Kertiev


In response to Daily Post: Refresh and Napowrimo April 1, 2016.

Today, I challenge you to write a luneThis is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count.

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