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One... two... three... what is there for you to see? Will there be a bubbly bee— bringer of positivity, yet with bite, oh, so feisty. Four... five... six... what is there for you to seek? Is there a bullet-size hole where some light will somehow leak— to free the words you cannot speak? Seven... eight...… Continue reading On Continuity
Iridescent: An Imayo* Your blinding glowing presence, lit up the dark room. Your enchanting so soft voice, calms all weary tunes. Your warm endearing blushed skin, touches inside out. Hence all’s in tears when they learned, your sudden demise. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of… Continue reading Iridescent
Departure: A Diamante* Earth, noisy, disturb, screeching, moving, screaming, tired, worn out, peaceful, silent calming, sparkling, appeasing, steady, laden, Heaven. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *Diamante or Diamond Poem The Diamante or Diamond Poem is: a heptastich, (7 lines). often a shape… Continue reading Departure
Flatline: A Tho Nam Chu or Five Word Verse* When your soul flies out when your rhythmic heartbeats stop, when your breath runs out, please take me, with you. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *Tho Nam Chu or Five Word… Continue reading Flatline
Why is it hard to accept, the death of a child? Is it because… When you lose your husband, you're a widow; When you lose you wife, you're a widower; When you lose you parents, you're an orphan; But when you lose a child, what will you become? — 04.01.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights… Continue reading Nameless Grief
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
Beneath the Mango Tree: A Spoon River Verse* My heart hasn’t beaten, lungs didn’t breathe even. No one knows my fragile body was laid beneath the mango tree, behind a house that’s shabby, where she lived--- my unknown mommy. It was war time when she was raped, a faceless man brought her early grave. In… Continue reading Beneath the Mango Tree
It's not your medals, nor your titles, nor your gold bars, nor your posh cars, nor anything money can buy. It's the smiles you've painted, the tears you've shed, the souls you've touched, the lives you've changed, all the things money can't buy. --- ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Liane Metzler In… Continue reading Legacy’s Worth
Love your parents as long as they are there. These are the haunting words that stayed in my mind after I have read For One More Day by Mitch Albom. For reasons I can’t figure out, the last two books that I have read are both about parents who died. Maybe this is God’s way of reminding me… Continue reading BOOK READS: A Review of For One More Day by Mitch Albom
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