I write because I read. I read because I write.
flowers,petals. your charm.soft, silky worn by lilies, wild daffodils, on your head they sit and take tea, Persephone. do they wilt as yourscented toes step towards your beloved's grave? because the leaves do.because the leaves do. — 08.04.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International… Continue reading talisman
my palms can hold your hand at night, i wonder how they reached so many miles, combed some bay andthe west sea, with a floater. i am sure. probably. you have ten fingers butfelt like twenty in a piano. you ticklemy toes and make my heart flutterlike a feather from a cheerful sparrow. mornings. i… Continue reading sparrowed mornings
my first dhal on our seven-hour train ride— spices still strangers to my soya-sauced-lips. a firework to my palette yet, you were there. with a camera taking notes of each knot on my fore- head, every twitch of my nose. i knew. i need not to glaze myself in honey to be enough for you.… Continue reading Two years taste like
Marriage. Marriage is a pair of destined hands clap not, cannot, without the other one--- no song needed to taste one's tears; no spice to smell one's burning sun. Marriage. Marriage is all the sonnets William Shakespeare (welcomed and farewelled in Church of the Holy Trinity, just for your information for marriage will not make… Continue reading table of elements and wedding vows
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. —… Continue reading counting poems before and after him
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 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.… Continue reading soft arms and midnight crumbs
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… Continue reading wish come true
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 — Sharing with you some excerpts of my poetry book, Poems for S! Kindle and paperback available… Continue reading newton’s apple
where flood goes beyond murky dirt, transforms into the lightness of a sea's cerulean hands guiding transparent streams, where lighthouses mark the arrival on a safer place to land, free of clawing ghosts of the past's unstitched seams, where guns burst life instead of endings, rescuing preys from predators, away from disturb mind's cruel schemes,… Continue reading weightless earth
To you, who will hold my dear heart with its hidden, broken sharp parts, for you, dear, I write this word art. Love's a known sea I did explore. Yes, I have loved some hims before. Yet I know for us it'll be much more. Let's wait until our story starts. For now, let me… Continue reading for you: a zejel*
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