hiding: an acrostic plus*

sonnets no longer needed,era of legend-loveended before our birthmonth cracked its firstegg yolk sun, surelysome lovers of eagle know neverever should wings yearn for the sunoverly close or turn tougly ashes no poet will mourn about. — 08.25.2021©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 hiding: an acrostic plus*

wild ball: a monotetra

every morning the peacocks call,wild and free on their private ball,out of the trees after rains fall,a sight for all, a sight for all.are they big, small? i do not know.my tea's friend is the house sparrow,unafraid of my breath's flow solet the wild go, let the wild go. — 30.07.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All… Continue reading wild ball: a monotetra

thawing

Here. Let’s share my mitten-hand. I’m from the tropics— tower of sea and sand. I know. I know you understand. Here. Let’s share my early coffee cup, blessed with its own shadow-thin cloud. No, darling, don’t look up. Here. Come here. My wrapped arms warm and raw. Melt with me before this dear mountain thaws.… Continue reading thawing

open your eyes, see how the world undresses: a quadrille

(revolving earth undresses, each season unravels) spring, peeler of silent blue winter, blush in pastel young blooms, will then succumb to laughing rays of golden sun, salted seas curdle to scarlet red as autumn conquers the rusting lawns, (revolving earth undresses, each season unravels) — 02.25.2020 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash… Continue reading open your eyes, see how the world undresses: a quadrille

thank you winter, for letting the spring in: a haibun

When I was young there was this Koreanovela titled Winter Sonata, a part of a series titled Endless Love. I was nine or maybe 10, innocent and clueless, but that was my first encounter with you--- season of snowflakes and magic. It has been more or less three decades and you remain a dream to… Continue reading thank you winter, for letting the spring in: a haibun

snowdrops and broken hearts: a monorhyme*

Pluck one, and then two, hold those tears, though true, "He loves you not." Chew perished juice--- his rue. Pluck three, four, five. Phew. Let him go. Adieu. Enough of flower's woo, your chapter is through. Spit the seed 'side you. Beside your window's view, sink yesterday's blue, water with hope's brew. Wait for spring's… Continue reading snowdrops and broken hearts: a monorhyme*

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… Continue reading Lost Lavender

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… Continue reading Book Quotes: Rain in the Mountains

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… Continue reading s a n c t u a r y