dappled (a tanaga)

Brain is the forest dappled,
with foliage of thoughts, puzzled.
Each nerve struck a dried twig breaks
leaking rash words without brakes.

Heart is the sea uncharted,
with no fences yet guarded.
Each thump opens more chambers
only for brave wanderers.

03.26.2018
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In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.
T is for Tanaga.
The Tanaga is a Filipino stanzaic form that was originally written in Tagolog which to my ear is one of the more musical of languages. (Kumusta ka? Mabuti salam at) The form dates back to the 16th century and has an oral tradition. The poems are not titled. Each is emotionally charged and asks a question that begs an anwer. This form was found at Kaleidoscope.  The elements of the Tanaga are:
  1. stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
  2. syllabic, 7-7-7-7 syllables per line.
  3. rhymed, originally aaaa bbbb cccc etc., modern Tanagas also use aabb ccdd etc or abba cddc etc or any combination rhyme can be used.
  4. composed with the liberal use of metaphor.
  5. untitled.

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my sun

My love affair with words and rhymes started when I was a kid. I used to win slogan making contests, I used to sing songs with rhyming lyrics. Then I came across William Wordsworth’s “Daffodils”— the first seed of poetry planted inside me. Though my writing heart like Wordsworth’s cloud, wandered far and long. Aside from love notes in rhyming stanzas, I don’t really know much about poems. Then in 2015, I stumbled upon WordPress Poetry 101. With skilled and experienced poets I felt like a child on her first day in kindergarten. Clueless. Intimidated. Yet, deep inside determined.

After a few tries with rhymes and forms, the first haiku, the first sonnet, the first tanka, and then more free verses, I found the rhythm of my pen. Slowly, I befriended the beating ink flowing inside me, ever since. I found my soul’s oxygen. I started breathing again.

Here comes summer rays,
parting the veil of winter.
Poetry, my sun.

03.20.2018
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In response to dVerse Haibun Monday: Who? What? Why?

Tonight’s Shadow

Under the velvet sky glowing with the shadow of the moon, trickled with on and off star sparks, our feet in one rhythm traveled through time– of how we started, of how we loved, and eventually, of how we’ll end.

This night could have been a romantic one, if only goodbye will not be our closing line. But like how the night embraces the coming sun, it’s time to accept our ending has begun.

Scarlet leaves will dry
as winter ends autumn’s cry.
Heart will heal with time.

04.04.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday: The Shadow Knows by hayesspencer (Toni).

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Gorgeous Art

Gorgeous Art (Inspired by Between the Lines by Sara Bareilles)

Cruel mind still carries all our shared memories.
Ironically, t’was not able to detect the fallacy
buried between your lying lines.
Thankfully, I have a scarred yet dauntless heart
which made your betrayal a gorgeous art.

10.24.2016
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In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly. ❤

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Summer Air

7

The smiling sun and the jovial man-in-blue walking his black dog both fail to break the darkened state I am in after he left me broken and bruised.

So this is what first heartbreak feels like. T’was like a rollercoaster ride which pulls your heart up, up, up until it feels so heavenly and then bam! Dropped. Done. Dead.

I would be willing to take any road to find my way back to him, but then, but then, we’ve never been.

Our story’s like the summer air. You can feel it, but it’s not even there in the first place.

Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Louise of The Storyteller’s Abode

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) October 18, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

Rhythm and Rhyme

The hands of this vintage clock have ticked and turned more than a thousand times.
Likewise my old heart has beat millions da-dums, da-dums.
And now they are both yours, my poetry’s rhythm and rhyme.

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

Photo credit: Rachel Crowe


In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty.

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.

 

 

On Bitterness (Plus a Leave-Note)

Yes,
your heart is beautiful.

P.S.

A Reading Writer is sick badly sick. -_- I am not sure when I’ll be back but I am sending you guys, a lot of love for the week.

I have scheduled poems until August 31 so I am sure you won’t miss me. 🙂

Have a great week, everyone!

Nowhere

I thought
you are
my heart’s compass
yet
you did
nothing
but lead me
n
o
w
h
e
r
e.

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

Photo credit: Deviantart


In response to Mindlovemisery MenageriePhoto Challenge #116

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Read more awesome poems here:

Locked

Locked: A Romancillo*

I am steadily locked
no powers can break me,
even heroes will fail,
Mr. Right has the key.

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

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

Today’s prompt is Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist.
Let the Right One In

The Romancillo* is a short line version of the Romance.

The Romancillo is:

  • a narrative, it tells a story.
  • stanzaic, written in even number line which could be quatrains, sixains, etc.
  • syllabic, all lines are written in 5 or 6 syllables each.
  • rhymed, only assonant rhyme is used, xaxa xbxb xcxc etc., x being unrhymed.