the definition of home

He walks ahead of me
with his old rucksack
and a carton box
he asked from
a store owner
politely.

A couple, giggling in front
of him, stopped laughing
to cross the road, perhaps
afraid of his dirt-filled
skin.

I trace his steps
under the faint moonglow
not to say a shy hello,
but to murmur a silent prayer
that he is off to
a roof where his
family’s love
flows,

until he stops
in an unlit corner of
the almost empty
walkway, tear his precious
box and make his bed
until the next
day.

My heart, a foreigner
on this man’s motherland,
aching to
come back home,
now breaks for him,
living in his country,
but without a house to call
his own.

05.29.2019
©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via my dearest @landlessvillager
For dVerse dVerse Poetics: On Wandering & Observing by anmol(alias HA)
For this Tuesday’s prompt, I would like all of you to wander around for a bit — take an old familiar walk through the sights and smells of your town or city, a remembered journey from when you visited someplace new the last time, a metaphorical stroll through memorized images and pictured memories, a silent observation of one string of thought to its last remnant, et al. and pen down all that you see, feel, touch, know, experience, in its ambit or perhaps its exact opposite. You can think of wandering and observing as an entirely metaphorical construct too.

map of mess

Unfinished coffee,
void of warmth,
aching for last touch.
Oh, the daddy.

Spilled sauces blots
on canvas, wait,
it’s kitchen table top.
Oh, the mommy.

Crumbs of cookies
paved roads for
the hard working ants.
Oh, the eldest.

Traps made of Lego
too tiny, too tough,
barefoot left scathed.
Oh the youngest.

Bedroom scented
with the musk of
used pair of socks.
Oh, the middle child.

This map of mess
proves a house is still
a living,

breathing

home.

10.17.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

For dVerse Beauty in Ugliness.

Building Values

Hand me
the hammer of hope
let’s pound
the nail of fear
to create
this concrete connection
and make welcoming
walls of visions.

Come, let’s mix
sand of honesty
with rocks of faith,
and paint our ceilings
with dauntless colors
against
termites of hate.

For our wall’s holes,
let’s place transparent
windows of courtesy
and our entrance be
the always-open
door of unity.

Atop let’s use the
roof of compassion
and love be our
building’s foundation.

Wouldn’t this be an ideal nation?

P.S. Sorry if this piece is a bit longer than I usually do. 🙂
03.09.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Poetics: DIY Building from purplepeninportland.
Your challenge for today is to imagine that you have been given free rein to design any type of building you wish. What would your building look like? shape? materials? size?

dverse

Stead: A Shape Poem

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Stead: A Shape Poem
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

I
am a
reflection
of the loved-home I am
from. My writer-self comes
from the genes of my mom. While
my singer-self’s the influence of my dad.
My friendly-self was developed
‘cause I’m the eldest among six.
My dreamer-self was honed by
our life’s tough– messy tricks.
All that I am, and all that I will
soon become, I owe to nothing
but the home where I am from.

Photo credit: Arno Smit

Sharing with you a photo of my real ‘home’:

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In response to Blogging from A to Z ChallengeS is for Shape Poetry

Shape Poetry

Shape Poetry is also associated with Concrete Poetry-

Shape is one of the main things that separate prose and poetry. Poetry can take on many formats, but one of the most inventive forms is for the poem to take on the shape of its subject. Therefore, if the subject of your poem were of a flower, then the poem would be shaped like a flower. If it were of a fish, then the poem would take on the shape of a fish. ><<<*>

Shape and Concrete Poetry go hand-in-hand; however, Concrete or Visual Poetry don’t have to take on the particular shape of the poem’s subject, but rather the wording in the poem can enhance the effect of the words such as in this line:

an angel tumbling
d
  o
    w
      n  
         to earth . . .

Designing your own shape poem can be simple and fun, but try not to pick anything that would be too difficult. We suggest mapping out or drawing your shape first, and then importing the text of your poem into your shape.

Missed a letter/poem? Read all Poetry from A-Z here.

Heart’s Birth: A Haibun*

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Fierce wind drops, noisy wind blows, flood water inside our house flows. My clumsy-self tries so hard to tie my only pair of shoe, I have to go to school, it’s my sole due. School’s our only hope, that’s our home’s breath. Family’s in falling slope, quitting school means death.

courageous heart was
born with home’s tough winter’s breath
dream on, mom ‘ways said.

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

Photo credit: Data


In response to Daily Post: Breath and Napowrimo Day 18.

 

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.

*Haibun

Haibun is a joining of prose and haiku. Originating in Japan, found as far back as the 10th century and made popular by Basho in the 17th century, it is autobiographic often taking the form of a travelogue. Modern haibun usually draws its inspiration from everyday events. The form usually opens with prose which is short narrative. It sets the scene or describes a specific moment in objective detail. The haiku that follows relates to the core of the prose bringing emotional insight through an intensified image. There can be one or more prose-haiku combinations.

  • The prose describes in depth a scene or moment in a detached manner. It should be brief, concise and poetic. It is written in present tense and does not give away the moment of insight that should be revealed in the haiku that follows.
  • The haiku should not be in direct relationship with the prose but bring a different slant to the images to heighten the emotion drawn from the defining moment of the prose revealed in the haiku. It should not repeat words or phrases from the prose.

WRITING 101: Questions and Answers

Writers are interpreters of their minds own language. – rosemawrites

Blogging University’s WRITING 101 is now on its Day 3! I am overwhelmed by those new bloggers that I met/read for the past two days. This is indeed fun!

Day 3: One-word inspiration

Prompts come in many different forms. Sometimes, a single word is all you need to get your mind’s wheels turning. Here are six words:

TREASURE

REGRET

HOME

LOVE

UNCERTAINTY

SECRET

Here’s my take on today’s task:

On Treasure: How much is your worth?

No one is worthless. No one has no treasures. Because life itself is priceless. No matter how rich you are, you cannot bring back life once your dead.

You may not have the material treasures of the world. I may not have billions of pesos and assets and golds. But that doesn’t mean I am living a treasure-less life. 

On Regret: When will you try?

After a lot of rejections, I have learned that life is really about taking risks. I have learned not to be afraid of failure because not trying means compiling a lot of life’s regrets. 

I have been rejected, yes. I graduated with honours but a lot of Editors said no to me. I have been jobless for the first seven months after my college graduation.

I was hurt but when I look back, I can say that I will never regret those failures, because at least I tried. 

On Home: Where do you belong?

I have a big family, I have six siblings and I am the eldest. We have an imperfect yet so happy home. We are not rich but it is pure bliss to have a family that you can always call your home. 

On the other hand, I have a friend that made is not as blessed with a good family relationship as me. But she was able to show me that family is not the only type of ‘home’ that you can belong to.

Home is where your heart is. It should be where you feel comfort and utmost happiness. It can be your friends, your co-workers or even yourself.

On Love: Who holds your heart?

Love is such an overrated word. A lot of people have said a looot about this four-letter word. So what would I say?

I have been romantically in love with my boyfriend for more than five years now. But aside from its cheesy and overly sweet meaning, I have learned that love requires hard work. It is a choice that you made everyday.

As Nicholas Sparks said,

On Uncertainty: Where to go?

It is normal to fear that ‘unknown’ because it is comforting to know that you’re in control. Life is not like that, though.

I have learned that it is important to plan but it is equally imperative to brace yourself for surprises. Because sometimes, it is the uncertain events that make us the best versions of ourselves.

Sometimes, I have experienced that myself, life’s sudden twists and turns will brought us to our dream. We may be confused at first, but God’s plan will eventually be clear.

So let go and be brave.

On Secret: What are you hiding?

I am not good in secrets, both in making and keeping them. Maybe that is because I don’t think I should have one.

This doesn’t mean that I hold grudge against people who have a lot of secrets. It’s just that I am a believer of transparency and honesty.

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I am done! 🙂

I can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

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