Buried Deep

her feet buried
in a deep, deep soil of grief
and self-doubt.

a larva cocooned so long,
afraid to break free,
to break out.

until the wind of change
made her shell dance,
wiggle, wriggle,
jiggle, wobble,
shake, bounce.

life’s gonna hurt
but it’s meant to be felt.
come out now,
free yourself,
be brave.

P.S. Another piece inspired by India Arie. This time it’s her song Break the Shell.
Child its time to break the shell
Life’s gonna hurt but its meant to be felt
You cannot touch the sky from inside yourself
You cannot fly until you break the shell
05.10.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to Soil poetics by Björn Rudberg (brudberg).
May is here and at least in Sweden it’s when we finally have spring. This is when all the strength of soil and seed spring forth. Every day is just another shade of green.
Today I want you to write poetry about soil. To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be.
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Tricky Waltz

Tricky Waltz (Inspired by Turning Tables by Adele)

Done with bitter blames and self-shames.
Tired of turning tables and useless games.
She valiantly expose her failures and faults.
Alone she will dance gracefully with life’s tricky waltz.

10.25.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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Sunday Songs: Desert Song

This is my prayer in the desert
When all that’s within me feels dry
This is my prayer in my hunger and need
My God is the God who provides

This is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flame

This is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on its way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I’ll stand

This is my prayer in the harvest
When favour and providence flow
I know I’m filled to be emptied again
The seed I’ve received I will sow

All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship


Last week was hellish at work. The coming weeks might be worst because the major event will happen on December 13th. But as this song says, may it be a hellish or heavenly, I will still choose to sing, to worship the good good God who blessed me in ways I will never be able to fathom.

Life surely knows how to knock us down. But my dear, come back stronger. Stand up. Stand tall. We can do this! ❤

Have a blessed week, everyone!
This is my third Sunday Songs with my dearest sister Stella.❤ Join us?🙂
Video courtesy of Youtube.🙂

Shine

Shine (Inspired by Yellow by Coldplay)

Just like the glorious yellow sun,
darling, you are made to shine.
Remember you’ll not remain hidden
among the black-veiled night sky.
Darkest evenings can’t stop you
from rising, rising oh so high.

10.24.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly. ❤

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Sunday Songs: Beautiful Things

All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

There are days when I feel like a filth. Filth of sin. Filth of envy. Filth of hate. But then, He made me wonderfully. Most of all, despite my filth, He embraces me willingly, lovingly. Is there more than I can ask for? None, anymore. ❤

Have a blessed Sunday, everyone!
This is my second Sunday Songs with my dearest sister Stella.❤ Join us?🙂
         Video courtesy of Youtube.🙂

Simplicity: An Onda Mel

Don’t wait for someone to tell you
you’re beautiful,
you are soulful.
Your heart and soul are fresh and new.

The truth is as clear as white snow.
Simple or not,
make-up, without,
your real and raw beauty will show.

Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 30.

The Onda Mel is an invented verse form introduced by Renelda Gibson.

The Onda Mel is:

  • an octastich, a poem in 8 lines made up of 2 quatrains.
  • syllabic, 8-4-4-8-8-4-4-8 syllables per line.
  • rhymed abbacddc.

Sunday Songs: Few Words

The simplest of all love songs
I want to bring to You, oh yeah
So I’ll let my words be few, hey
Jesus, I am so in love with You

And I’ll stand in awe of You, Jesus
Yes, I’ll stand in awe of You
And I’ll let my words be few
Jesus, I am so in love with You

As a reading writer, words mean a lot to me. I am literally breathing words in and out, almost every second. This song’s title, Let My Words Be Few struck me.

Because indeed, no words will ever be enough to thank, to honor, to praise my and our Creator. ❤

Have a blessed Sunday, everyone!
This is my first Sunday Songs because I will now be joining my dear sister Stella. ❤
Video courtesy of Youtube. 🙂

Waiting Castle

Let your nervous, jittery footsteps ignore the crashing angry ocean.
Let your weary heart shelve its loud fear-filled da-dums.
Lift your spirit up ‘cause your dream-castle awaits you, love.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: William Bout

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Eight.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Spiral: A Sweetbriar

Twirling, twirling,
up and then down.
Hold your faith oh-so-tight.
Swirling, swirling,
through high’s and lows.
Life’s series of wrongs, rights.

Swerving, swerving,
which road you’ll take.
Choose between left or right.
Planning, dreaming,
future’s waiting.
Face it with valor, might.

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In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 9.

Sweetbriar is a stanzaic invented form similar to the Minuette. It uses only 1 rhyme and was created by Viola Berg.

The Sweetbriar is:

  • stanzaic, written in 2 sixains.
  • syllabic, 4-4-6-4-4-6 syllables per line.
  • rhymed, rhyme scheme xxaxxa xxaxxa.