f e r o c i o u s

Surrender to the ferocious waves of life’s twists and turns. Learn to paddle in calm and chaos, for the sea won’t get any kinder, you have to be a better swimmer. — 07.15.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to dVerse Open Link Night!

Lost Lavender

Forgive me, my creator but I feel you are a traitor, for painting me with friendly color and gifting me with healing odor, but letting me be a protector of a poisonous aggressor. In this human court judging me physically, my defense is my fragrant grace, and my pale petals’ serenity, yet the prosecution argues […]

Book Quotes: Rain in the Mountains

Rain in the Mountains: Notes from the Himalayas by Ruskin Bond       Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤ As I remember that this blog is A Reading Writer, and as I want to fuel my reading pace again, I’ll start to post quotations and wise words I loved from my recent reads, starting with Rain in the Mountains by India’s […]

s a n c t u a r y

Clothed pair of soles dressed in faux leather top and synthetic rubber pants, clanking, clanking, against the cobbled, sometimes cemented concrete jungle paths, dreams to be bare and naked against the foliage of the fallen petals of Autumn trees, ready and brave to be pricked with the crisp and thin sun-dried twigs, for the slave […]

P a s s a g e

The fading light, this old day done, the endless sea swallows yet another sun. As moon rises high over waters calm – calling out stars hiding in the velvet night’s arms – morning’s close by with a brand new dawn. — 01.18.2017 F.T. Ledrew x R. C. Gonzales (Thank you for the second collab, Thomas! […]

when rain reigns

while i try to rein on my stubborn and elusive sense of worth, the rain reigns against the sun rays with its freed droplets of crystals kissing the waiting, parched earth. may i find the purpose of my birth, with the petrichor’s coming mirth. — 09.14.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Liv Bruce on Unsplash In response to Quadrille #40 by whimsygizmo and […]

mummed magic

the scarlet leaf of the almost bare autumn tree, s  l  o  w  l  y , ever s  l  o  w  l  y , f a l l i n g from its home twig to its grave earth. the crystal snowflake of the heavy, winter cloud g e n t l y , ever […]

season singing

traversing the same route five times a week presents me a repeating view again and again and yes, again. the sight of houses, from well-made to thatched huts, occasionally interrupted by massive spaces filled with wild grasses or field of rice stalks, and once with a huge mall. the neighborhood will then be replaced with […]

autumn spell

in this maze of bleeding leaves as if the mighty Him spilled red inks on top of the lush trees and twigs to signal the yearly seasons’ shift, find me lurking not beneath the tall towers of red and yellow, find me hiding not inside the house with the whispering cello, find me sitting not […]

Bravest Moment

on the day when her grandchildren will be sitting on her lap asking for the bravest thing she has done, she will be looking back at this moment. she’s in no danger. no noise. no death-defying acts. but with peaceful tree-whistles, lullaby-like bird-tunes, embrace-like forest air. and her heart and mind who were both dauntless enough to walk out of a life in […]