I write because I read. I read because I write.
aboveearth's ceilingused to be a floating sea where flying boats careen sofree. until, likeautumn leaves, millions are dead. tiny things inhaled-death. open up like daffodilsof baby spring baiting for bees. unzip the clouds. allow hellosto happenagain. — 09.14.2021©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 letter to the sky
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*
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
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
(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
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
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*
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!
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
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
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