Our tongues are dancing muscles sprinkled with the magic dust of languages, as if before birth we’re treated on a buffet of diverse dialects and accents where we select how our mouths will circle and arch to utter each twisted word’s lyrical march, but pause and place your vein-hand in the middle of your breasts, […]
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words’ way
Perhaps, there is, maybe, a biological malfunction in me, instead of a mouth singing to the tune of bell-voiced hymns the language of my soul speaks not with dust-tongued shrieks but with the dancing lettered-runes under a smiling owl-light moon, tiptoeing from my scarlet muscle-cave flowing, twirling with each brainwave until they reach the tip of […]
v i r t u o s o
virtuoso, oh no, i am no ace of (many) no’s, i am not numb (yet) against spades of (vicious) no’s, but I’ve my shield of self-belief, just enough to help me swallow (sharp) eyes menacing, (brute) words piercing, (twisted) life unveiling, on my own. 03.18.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash […]
e x c h a n g e g i f t
Words are the gifts I have always wanted for myself. They are my bars of chocolates, my calorie-free slices of cheesecake. My words is the gift I can give to the world. Carefully wrapped in thin papers of prayer — stamped with a wish that they reach the soul who needed them the most even […]
evening snake
Where is my home? Outside, the evening snake is lit, on right it’s filled with patches of white, on left it’s a strawberry jam of red. Wait, perhaps, it’s not a snake, it is but, a curved paved skin of earth, where tiny, tiny, earthlings who think they own the world, are scrambling inside their […]
a c r o n y m
Watch her arch her burdened back, Open her bruised arms, far and wide, Murmur tearful yet grateful chants, As she inhales hate and breathe out Nothing, oh nothing, but love. — 03.08.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Larm Rmah on Unsplash For dVerse OpenLinkNight #238
midnight wish
open palms, wet with salt of sweat and tears, reach out outside as glass pane’s fog clears, like a yearning new branch of a house-caged vine bending, sneaking, reaching out for sun, these palms, brined with my excreted liquids stretch out to feel the breath of the cold December wind, wishing this same midnight breeze […]
song soup
take that cup, the china one, dusting inside the unlit cupboard. pour some notes of G and D, let your whisking fingers swirl, and swirl, in the key of C. see how the dancing strings strum this stew of melody. now let’s sprinkle, sprinkle, the lettered honey dripping from the flower inside your chest, rest […]
last leaf
cheers for choked up tears, cries without list’ning ears. cheers for wistful dreams caught or lost in raging streams. cheers for days of cavalier where lone strength perseveres, cheers for named fears fin’lly found courage sears, cheers for ‘nother year, lost hope grows, reappears. — 12.04.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via […]
g o l d s m i t h ( a haibun )
Whenever I look back, I see the zigzag road of twists and turns, of ups and downs, my once proud heart has been through. I was a decorated student. My dad won’t walk with me in graduation ceremonies without a medal. His standard has been my fire. To excel. To be the best. To aim […]
