Summer Choir

I still remember: the gentle rush of the calm yet humming cerulean ocean as it hugs the waiting sun-bathed sand and silent shells ashore; the sweet whisper of the whistling wind as it combs the golden grass strands who always beg for more; and then the loud yet soothing klee-ew sounds of the winged gulls flying freely above the expansive salted-water-made floor.

Our beating hearts sung
softly with that summer choir.
Do you remember?

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

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In response to dVerse‘s Tuesday Poetics: The Sound of LOVE by Walter J. Wojtanik. Read his Whispers of Love, too.

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Also for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille August 17th 2016 … a summer tale.

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The Jar’s Secret

A frail, pellucid, deformed, indistinct, cylindrical jar
towering above unkempt, blotchy, matte drawer
sits silently among empty, hollow bottles.
Inside hides the ashen remains
of your once iridescent, glistening soul,
I still remember how I carefully pour
after I watch you burn in whole.

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

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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #114 by Björn Rudberg (brudberg). Read his own jar-inspired poem titled Pickled Summer.

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Also for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Wordle Special Addition Sight “August 15th, 2016”.

Cling

I’ll cling to you
until my fragile hands bleed
against your rugged, rough edges.

I’ll cling
until my candle-like fingers
turned cold in the absence
of my warm flowing blood.

I’ll cling
until my pink nails
turned dark purple
and almost dead-gray.

I’ll cling…
I’ll cling to you.
Even when you can’t cling to me too.

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

Photo credit: Ronny Garcia Moron


In response to Mindlovemisery MenageriePhoto Challenge #125

About Him

She left me with nothing but two torn pages
scrawled softly with her sweet, subtle white lies
about him.

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

Photo credit: Ronny Garcia Moron


In response to Mindlovemisery MenageriePhoto Challenge #124

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Nowhere

I thought
you are
my heart’s compass
yet
you did
nothing
but lead me
n
o
w
h
e
r
e.

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Photo credit: Deviantart


In response to Mindlovemisery MenageriePhoto Challenge #116

MLM 1

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Long Distance

Long Distance: A Shadorma*
(for my Queen of Shadorma, my long-distance sister Stella)

We’re thousand
miles apart yet our
hearts embrace,
souls unite,
daring distance’s dark demands,
far-friendship survives.

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The Shadorma* is a simple syllabic verse form created by James Neill Northe that is most effective when written using strong words or phrases.
The Shadorma is:

  • a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines although you certainly could choose to write any number of sixains in this syllabic pattern.
  • syllabic, 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables per line.
  • unrhymed.

In response to Mindlovemisery MenagerieB&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Tanaga, Revisited – May 14, 2016.

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