Sweaty, cold hands grip the cold rails, agonized eyes stare at her almost fading trails-- footprints of all she has done, mud piles of all her missed fun, holed-patches of all she has lost, unturned stones of her dreams still at frost. Waiting lungs heave one deep, deep breath, shaky foot finally decided to take its… Continue reading Crossing (Her) Bridge
And so in between a hard-core editing session with my boss, I am writing this post after I visited some of you, who are close, close, close to my heart, and I almost, almost cried because I miss everyone! I know I am nine days late but here's to a lovely 2017 for everyone!!! :)… Continue reading Hello, 2017! Miss You, Friends!
To the man I once sang “If You’re Not the One”, More than six years ago, beneath the hot summer sun, in front of our church mates and childhood friends, with the old yet still working videoke, I entered a song and sang it for you-- If You’re Not the One by Daniel Bedingfield. It’s… Continue reading To the man I once sang “If You’re Not the One”: A Personal Letter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKetXJjMUZ0 For Your glory I will do anything Just to see You To behold You as my King I wanna be where You are I gotta be where You are I wanna be where You are I gotta be where You are — When life is hard, when your mind and heart is tired, it… Continue reading Sunday Songs: For Your Glory
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,… Continue reading Waiting Castle
Luna's lively glow calms down my longing, lonely soul. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 11. — Lune is an American invented form in 3 lines. It provides 2 options. The lines can either be measured by syllables or words. I found this at Instant Poetry Forms The Lune is: a poem… Continue reading Lively: A Lune
Rushing and rushing because the days are turning, turning as the sun keeps on shining and setting! Would you like to seat for a few minutes and take some needed breather and talk, of course, have tea or coffee or beer with me! 😀 So September ended swiftly and there are not scarlet and almost… Continue reading Quick Coffee Date!
Mourn. For all souls lost. Either shot or blown apart, either criminal or civilian, either innocent or terrorist, 'cause they’re all humans. Mourn. For all lives altered by war. Children who grow old without parents. Parents who buried their own child. Fiancee who was not able to say ‘I do’. Soldiers who were not able… Continue reading Plea to Mourn