For some reasons, a year ending has never made me reflective. I always feel like my heart is sprinkled with pastel joy from December until the first few days of January. It is the time of rest, no, not really. It is the time of doing and travelling a lot, but not for salary, but […]
Tag Archives: poetic forms
again: an aubade
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 – […]
Poems for S: Book Cover Reveal
… my third baby book is here!!! Do you also believe that long-distance love is tough and scary? Do you also believe that relationships, the romantic ones, require so much of bravery? This book of poetry believes so. Containing over 100 poems written for several years, this collection features the unsure and the blurry beginnings […]
blanket and shame (a dizain*)
Still wrapped in blanket of soft innocence, like a butterfly fresh from its cocoon, a young breath given too short existence by evil desire of a maniac goon. A lifeless, cold shell wimps a wordless croon. An animal act, perhaps it is not, for mammals, reptiles, these kingdoms just ought to kill to survive. But […]
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 […]
p r e a m b l e
Softly part my curtain thick with innocence preserved by conscious choice. Brick by brick, please gently chip, my wall of fear— to be charted by a pair of searching hands detached from my own wheat arms, by loose lips longingly yearning to take what has always been mine, by unknown, foreign organ aching to reach […]
soon, my love
Faint, fainter, faintest, goes the winky cars passing by. Dark, darker, darkest, goes the moonless November sky. Soft, softer, softest goes the notes of lullaby. Sleepy, sleepier, sleepiest, goes the tired city whisp’ring goodbye. Soon, sooner, soonest, I’ll be near, as another day dies. — 11.06.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash […]
time zones
High-pitched giggles of sparrows no longer echo inside the cave of my ears before the kraa kraa of your crows disrupt your evening’s fiction dreams. Yet what a gift that despite our clock’s different schemes your early and my early daily meet in between. — 10.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash […]
b r e a t h e d e a t h
An ache inside the caged loud heart an itch within each vein of hands to ink the thumps, restless, so loud da dum, da dum, da dum, breath found. Perhaps, like leaves of red autumn under the full October moon the muse woke up, and then, looked up, opened its mouth, and then, fade out, […]
Meaning
Binded but never blinded collection Of letter conniving to form words Of timeless wisdom freeing up minds Kept inside the dark room of ignorance. — 08.10.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash For dVerse: Celebrate with me today! I’m celebrating National Book Lovers Day!
