b o t t o m l e s s (a pantoum)

Sip those sunsets, time isn’t bottomless. Let that cold wind kiss your deep dark tresses, while your soul sinks with ‘nother day’s eggress. Sshh, be still, as evening sky undresses. Let that cold wind kiss your deep dark tresses. Tired feet, be bare, let dusts be your toes guests. Shh, be still, as evening sky […]

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 […]

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 […]

map of mess

Unfinished coffee, void of warmth, aching for last touch. Oh, the daddy. Spilled sauces blots on canvas, wait, it’s kitchen table top. Oh, the mommy. Crumbs of cookies paved roads for the hard working ants. Oh, the eldest. Traps made of Lego too tiny, too tough, barefoot left scathed. Oh the youngest. Bedroom scented with […]