s a n c t u a r y

Clothed pair of soles dressed in faux leather top and synthetic rubber pants, clanking, clanking, against the cobbled, sometimes cemented concrete jungle paths, dreams to be bare and naked against the foliage of the fallen petals of Autumn trees, ready and brave to be pricked with the crisp and thin sun-dried twigs, for the slave… Continue reading s a n c t u a r y

verbs (a vakh)

Know the meaning of brave, break. Learn the meaning of love, lose. Swallow your unsaid words, breathe. Think death is coming soon, live. — 03.26.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. V is for Vakh. Vakh (Sanskrit - "speech" interpreted by some as "verse… Continue reading verbs (a vakh)

weightless (a haiku)

Autumn window smiles as weightless leaves start falling. Yes, you can let go. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. H is for Haiku. Haiku are: syllabic (17 syllables or less) an imagist poem (draws the emotion from the image). Concrete images are… Continue reading weightless (a haiku)

lulled death (a go vat)

Inside silence, a flower blooms, Lifting petals, leaking perfume. Lull can also be beautiful. Microscopic lens slowly zooms, locates a dead leaf ‘s many rooms. Death can also be beautiful. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. G is for Go Vat.… Continue reading lulled death (a go vat)

hatch

egg out of your hard-outside, fragile-inside, self-made shell of hate, hardened by society's caging cruel words of unbelief. crack the calcium carbonate crystal, with each drumming of your tired yet unrelenting heart, create a freeing hole of hope. welcome the sunrays of faith. hatch. — 03.27.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In… Continue reading hatch

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… Continue reading my sun

Book Review: When Breath Becomes Air

When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤ What is it about: At the age of thirty-six, on the verge of completing a decade's worth of training as a neurosurgeon, Paul Kalanithi was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer. One day he was a doctor treating the dying, and the next he was a patient struggling to live.… Continue reading Book Review: When Breath Becomes Air

B l o o d y H a n g o v e r

More shots fired, bang! bang! Another mug overflowed with blood, blood. Blood from veins of the innocents. Veins pulsing, asking, why oh why, again? Till when, oh please, till when? Who turned on the faucet of this intoxicating hate? How many pills of love, should the orphaned earth take to end this bloody hangover? —… Continue reading B l o o d y H a n g o v e r

P e d e s t r i a n ( A Tanka )

Is it to the right, or is it to the near left? Should I cross the bridge or should I retreat before the inevitable fall? — 02.16.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to dVerse MTB — Brevity