I write because I read. I read because I write.
Close to seven months now, the pandemic situation has kept me inside a cream-colored, four-cornered room inside the belly of a city with tongues not of my own. Alone. The first months caught me off guard, I got no printed books to keep me company. Hence I took to subscribing to virtual ones like @scribd . This… Continue reading in three lines (short poems): out now
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
Like how an innocent a p p l e birthed Newton’s law of gravity, your child-like smile, my love, freed the caged lover inside me, effortlessly. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 99 of Poems for S — Sharing with you some excerpts of my poetry book, Poems for S! Kindle and paperback available… Continue reading newton’s apple
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
December streets twinkling sprinkled earth-based stars, children giggling despite knees' scars, gold bells singing with wooden guitars, sweet smiles brimming over jovial jars, 30,000 flying, I watch for afar, our planet glow- ing 'bove hate's ashen char, hope, faith, joy fill- ing Christmas' delivery car. — 12.17.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo… Continue reading scars and rushing cars: a quadrille
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
asphalt road in white, absent leaves, abandoned twigs, fresh year undresses. — 12.16.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash — For Frank's #Haikai Challenge #117 (12/14/19): Midwinter (mafuyu)/Midsummer (manastu) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga My upcoming book, Poems for S is up for pre-order. See it here: https://amzn.to/2CSrGAU .
My heart saw you before my eyes How beautiful is it, right? Like nightingale, I heard your song like moon-sent, sweet goodnight. From miles away I felt you long before our nervous hands touch. Tonight listen to my soul's notes, they are for you, my far love. — ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.… Continue reading SinceRely
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
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