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A peaceful Sunday, watching queen sun's everyday bowing, with a shaken call, soul-stirring words, i learned of your sudden passing, premature, it is, a thief of sonnets I did not see coming, with a holed heart I ache for your pen's rash drying. — A poem I wish I never had to write for my… Continue reading A quadrille for my Rodnoy, my king of sonnets
the thing about sadness is it's like a thick rain cloud clogged inside your throat blocking your breath, your words, even your screams. you want to melt it, get rid of it, but it becomes bigger and bigger choking you further and further. but the thing about sadness is when you finally surrender and bask… Continue reading Cloud of Pain
If grief’s a black smoke we’ll all be blind now. Killings, murders, hate are they nature’s calling? Or we’re just all fan of dying? — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 21. — The Naani is a stanzaic form found at Shadow Poetry and is most often an observation of human relations or… Continue reading Nature’s Calling: A Naani
You said we are never too far until we are under the same sky. “You are my sun, I am your moon.” But then why did we end so soon? As blue clouds turns to gray, I’ll try to keep my tears at bay. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In… Continue reading Waiting Under the Gray Clouds
I thought the turning time can successfully erase traces of the sparkling, beating void your goodbye left inside my tattered soul. A decade after, it becomes clear. I am wrong. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow's Day 1, 2 and 3. P.S. I combined the first three prompts because I was late. 😦 Forgive… Continue reading Time’s Sparkling Void
Is there somebody who'll be willing to save my soul, my heart, me. They say I only feel the love I like, they don't know I'm slowly fading dying, drifting away. — Inspired by City Lights by Sara Bareilles. 04.08.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash
Astrobleme: An Abhanga* you are the huge meteor that dig a deep crater still hollow years after--- no time can heal. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *Abhanga, "the completion" is a stanzaic form commonly used for devotional poetic composition although it… Continue reading Astrobleme
Amihan The whistling wind is like a ghost that creeps inside my hollow holes dug by your sudden absence. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 21 - Amihan.
Aurora: An Aubade* Colors changing from dark to light, sun and moon shifting from dull to bright, stars disappearing goodbye black night, I lie awake waiting for you to comeback. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *Aubade Alba or Aubade (dawn song)… Continue reading Aurora
Death Spills: A Lai* Twas a normal day within blooming May until blue clouds turns to gray, it’s too late to pray, or kneel, your soul flew away, left bones to decay--- death spills. — ©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 The Lovely Bones by Alice… Continue reading Death Spills
