wish come true

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 […]

space of seas

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 […]

newton’s apple

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 […]

sareureuk

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 | […]

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 – […]

scars and rushing cars: a quadrille

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 […]

SinceRely

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. […]

excerpt 1: the vow

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, […]

scared

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 […]