dawning dreams: a 100-word story

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It starts with the usual scene.

The hibiscus bush void of bloom, filled with sharp twigs like fangs of the past, looking at him from his bedroom window. The door less-an-inch open like a defeated sigh. The bedsheet crumpled, free of human warmth. The duplicate cold key, slouched.

The screech of tires against the gravel road, careful but rushed. The tightening of his chest. The forming of rock inside his throat.

His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream. 

He jolted awake, gasping for some needed oxygen. The dawn willing him, but his voice’s too afraid to call her name, again.

05.13.2020
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For dVerse Prosery: Maya Angelou

love in the time of coronavirus

Our love in the time
of coronavirus is
thousands of miles away,

my tourist visa got
cancelled before it sees
the light of another Indian day,

his feet are planted,
prohibited to fly to Malaysia’s sky,
because it is safer that way,

in the end, perhaps, nation
gates are needed to be locked
to keep the virus at bay,

regardless of the many
hearts sleeping on empty beds,
dreaming on sadness’ sleigh,

regardless of some pair of hands
burdened but enduring,
without home-arms to rest and stay,

like our love in the time
of coronavirus, parted
thousands of miles away,

but we are both here
filled with more love,
blessed on our own way,

at the back of our
surrendered hands—
a constant prayer,

to be inside a
single roof together,
one day. One day.

Note: Title inspired by the classic novel Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
03.2020
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counting poems before and after him

thousand poems
have i written
‘fore fate allowed
me to meet him,

oh, how in hush heart-
beats, low key hums,
dearness draws near
me towards him,

oh, how my shy
muse sings hymns,
so sweetly since
i knew him,

oh, how rhymes
roll off in rivulets,
thousands and more
poems now for him.

01.31.2020
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For dVerse The music of alliteration, assonance, and consonance.
Today I would like you to try using different types of assonance and consonance in any poem of your choice. Try to listen to how it sounds, and see how you can enhance the connection between the letter you use and the meaning of the poem. Maybe you can add the beat of the poem with accentuated alliteration.
Inspired by my book Poems for S.

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soft arms and midnight crumbs

soft arms of dawn
sneaks in between
half-closed
bedroom blinds,

(wake up, wake up)

infant sunshine
sweeps leftover
crumbs of late
stars’ snack,

(come back, come back)

i sat, unmoving,
inside the swaying
boat of an
ended dream,

(wishing, wishing)

our sheet isn’t
empty of you.

01.29.2020
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For dVerse Tuesday Poetics with Lillian.
how about writing a poem that takes us inside a dream? It can be your dream or someone else’s dream. Are you sleeping in a bed during this dream? Sitting on a train dozing? Leaning up against a tree staring at the clouds? Does your dream take you beneath the seas? Into the clouds? Or maybe you’re on a stage flooded with the smoke of dry ice? Is your dream triggered by a scent? By a song? By a photo you came across? Let your imagination drift and take us with you into a dream!

wish come true

You are asking why
I haven’t been writing
lately about love,
well, it’s because

you do not utter
a wish every night
once you can already
hold it with your

bare hands. So why

I haven’t been
writing about love
it’s because I
already have

you.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 of Poems for S
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space of seas

Tonight, I want to stay.
No, I won’t go away.
Your midnight scent I will inhale.
Until the moon breathes another day. 

Tonight, I want to stay.
Oh, let not distance take me away.
The sun will smile, either way,
so please, just let me stay. 

My left-hand hangs incomplete,
without your right.
The space of seas between our souls
just doesn’t feel right. 

So please, don’t be astray.
Tonight, with you, I’ll stay.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 103 of Poems for S
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newton’s apple

Like how an innocent a p p l e
birthed Newton’s law of gravity,
your child-like smile, my love,
freed the caged lover inside me,

effortlessly.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 99 of Poems for S
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before you

But you arrived
with the blushing
sunset, you clothed
me with shared bravery.

As we heal, hand
in hand with the
balm of every tomorrow’s
morning dew, 

let me tell you,
I didn’t know
this heart, this heart
could carry this
much love

before you.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 31 of Poems for S
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brave but weak

Love is for the weak.
No, it’s for the brave;
brave enough to be weak,
brave enough to break.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 13 of Poems for S
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excerpt 4: the vow

I love how you made me brave. Like a spineless caterpillar you turned me into this brave but still soft butterfly, flying from one milestone to another because I know you always got my back. 

And I love you for choosing to break out of your shell to choose me. For your bravery to choose us.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 145 of Poems for S
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