Tonight’s Shadow

Under the velvet sky glowing with the shadow of the moon, trickled with on and off star sparks, our feet in one rhythm traveled through time– of how we started, of how we loved, and eventually, of how we’ll end.

This night could have been a romantic one, if only goodbye will not be our closing line. But like how the night embraces the coming sun, it’s time to accept our ending has begun.

Scarlet leaves will dry
as winter ends autumn’s cry.
Heart will heal with time.

04.04.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday: The Shadow Knows by hayesspencer (Toni).

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Elegy of Us

we will soon be nothing
but a fading memory

made of warm forehead kisses
filled with innocence,
tight hand-in-hand walks
oblivious to world’s mess,

comforting hugs on
toughest turns of time,
loud to soft exchanges of
angry then sweet rhymes,

endearing utterance of names
turning them into songs,
pregnant tears shed when for the first time
you wrote me a poem,

full plates of cuisines
we tried together,
promises of discovering
the truth in forever.

looking at your eyes for one last time,
holding your hands for one last time,
stare at my tears and feel my touch,
before our us turned into nothing
but a fading
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04.03.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to Napowrimo Day 3.
 
And now for our (optional) prompt! Today I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy – a poem that mourns or honors someone dead or something gone by. And I’d like to ask you to center the elegy on an unusual fact about the person or thing being mourned.

Read the rest of my Napowrimo 2017 poems here!

Stairs to Moving Forward

tears be
the balm
of the badly
bruised, beating
heart.
faith be
the calm
of the noisy,
full of fear
mind.
hope be
the song
of the silenced,
hunched, inner
hole.
Him be
the strong
of the weak
surrendering,
soul.

04.03.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to Napowrimo Day 1 and Day 2.
 
I’d like to challenge you to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.
Today, I’d like you to write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe! It can be a recipe for something real, like your grandmother’s lemon chiffon cake, or for something imaginary, like a love potion or a spell.

Read the rest of my Napowrimo 2017 poems here!

Sunday Songs: Stars in the Sky

The clouds will rain
The seasons change
(Cause You told them to)
The sun will shine
Your burning light
(Cause You told it to)
When You speak your words through my soul
So I know it’s true
You’re in control
In control
In control

The stars in the sky will hang there
’til You tell them to
The faith in my heart will still sing
Of what Your love can do
And even when life weighs heavy on me
I know You’re in control
And You’re all I need
The stars in the sky will hang there
’til You tell them to


Last week was a major life-turning week for me. I was badly sick, physically, emotionally. It is a turmoil. A catastrophic week.

But as I regain my health, now comes the agony, the fear. If the decision I made was right. I was brave when I said the final goodbye, but now I am afraid of the pain that will come with the coming days.

But then, He is in control. He holds the stars. He controls the moon and the sun. He is enough to comfort my weary heart. He is enough. ❤

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

Freeing the Criminal

Freeing the Criminal (Inspired by Criminal by Fiona Apple)

You’re the criminal who has been jailed inside my heart.
Locked with ball and chain, I’ve kept you hidden inside.

I thought keeping you will make me blissful and glad.
Nope. I’m just like a lone warrior waging a foolish fight.

So come out now, my prisoner. I’ll accept my lost.
Letting you go is better for me, first and foremost.

10.24.2016
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In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly. ❤

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Gorgeous Art

Gorgeous Art (Inspired by Between the Lines by Sara Bareilles)

Cruel mind still carries all our shared memories.
Ironically, t’was not able to detect the fallacy
buried between your lying lines.
Thankfully, I have a scarred yet dauntless heart
which made your betrayal a gorgeous art.

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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Always

It has
always
been you.

The hands
I want
to hold,
the arms where
I want
to fold.

The face
I want
to look,
the voice that
I’ve been
hooked.

It has
always
been
you.

The eyes
blind enough
to see
my tears,
the ears
deaf enough
to hear
my fears.

The cold
heart,
I can’t
unlove,
the bitter
sweet mem’ry
I can’t
give up.

Yes, it has
always
been
you.

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

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