I write because I read. I read because I write.
earth's coating on late autumn (ayard of naked trees open for theearly frost) not death but a promisestamped on your irises' bows. — 11.18.2020©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. — For dVerse Poetics: Look into my Eyes Did you see the hidden word?… Continue reading see me see you
You are asking why I haven’t been writing lately about love, well, it’s because you do not utter a wish every night once you can already hold it with your bare hands. So why I haven’t been writing about love it’s because I already have you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 of… Continue reading wish come true
Tonight, I want to stay. No, I won't go away. Your midnight scent I will inhale. Until the moon breathes another day. Tonight, I want to stay. Oh, let not distance take me away. The sun will smile, either way, so please, just let me stay. My left-hand hangs incomplete, without your right. The space… Continue reading space of seas
I heard the hushed melting of the last flake of winter on the drying road bathed with the first infant rays of spring, I felt the spinning earth waited a bit, I saw a second lasted more than a minute, when you smiled at me for the first time. r. c. gonzales – roy |… Continue reading sareureuk
My clingy heart has never been fond of the dawn’s pending fog everyday sitting outside our window, drinking its daily sunrays-made tea as it waits for the official ending of our last night’s nectar-sweet tryst. Another day, another sun, I have to wait for another moon to inhale your scent again. r. c. gonzales –… Continue reading again: an aubade
But you arrived with the blushing sunset, you clothed me with shared bravery. As we heal, hand in hand with the balm of every tomorrow’s morning dew, let me tell you, I didn’t know this heart, this heart could carry this much love before you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 31 of Poems… Continue reading before you
Amazing is the God who brought you to life, for He has honed you so perfectly. With every passing day, I come to realize, when He was making You, he was thinking of me. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 31 of Poems for S — Sharing with you some excerpts of my poetry… Continue reading molded to be mine
I remember how your photos would spark the poet in me, how your shots are like muses that breathed life to my poetry. How you sprinkled my poems with your kind words, generously. How in each exchange of message I’ve got to know the man behind the camera, the man so composed and so inspiring,… Continue reading excerpt 1: the vow
Feet on the edge of a cliff, hanging, hanging, just one more push Mr. Wind. Yet sweaty hands cling, cling, to unseen twigs, not willing, not willing, to dive, deep, deep, into the pit of love. I have always been brave, blunt, honest, but I cannot leap, else I'll be a mess. Yes, I am… Continue reading scared
You are asking why I haven’t been writing lately about love, well, it’s because you do not utter a wish every night once you can already hold it with your bare hands. So why I haven’t been writing about love it’s because I already have you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 of… Continue reading wish come true
