ebb and flow goes the salty, blue sea, how many seashells has it robbed from thee? may they be conch filled with your childhood dreams, or the prayers of your aged-mind’s streams, may they be shell-hearts you’ve always long to hold, too sharp to touch, too tough to mold, or perhaps a silent wish yourContinue reading “wait on wheat”
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steps to stay sane: a quadrille
fingers bumbling onblank spaces of boththe web and the tree’s skin. grabbing yellows frombumblebees to paintsunsets where freedom wins. stirring orange fromdawn to make a cupof giggling cinnamon. stealing sweetnessfrom apple’s bum—to have some sanity won. — 08.25.2020©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0Continue reading “steps to stay sane: a quadrille”
on borders and tea
brown, a burnt one, is the colour of this table with edges as perfect as the borders of some nations with OCD in geometry, atop there are tea, two types, the calming chamomile i take during those days of the month because it helps relieve the cruel clenching of my ovary, and there is greenContinue reading “on borders and tea”
missing thumb: a quadrille
murderer. i am a murderer of eight. eight innocent lives my hands without green thumbs have ended the purple garden of eight eggplants. i was 15. since then i’ve not tried to get my fingers dirty, afraid to be a murderer for the ninth time. — 08.11.2020 ©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. PhotoContinue reading “missing thumb: a quadrille”
mer-made
gone are the days of a clear, singing underworld now icebergs are made of forgotten plastics half way, photographed before it fin’lly sinks, sea turtles’re choking with once-kissed resin straw have we peeled your rainbow scales with our cruel claws? — 06.24.2020 ©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash This work isContinue reading “mer-made”
our shining moment: a haibun
A few days before this moment, online weather forecast reported not just rainfall but a thunderstorm. More than half of June was eaten by the summer sun, it should not be surprising if the Philippines’ monsoon is here to take its part of the pie. Still, palm to palm, my love and I send whispersContinue reading “our shining moment: a haibun”
on aliens and cream borders: a haibun
Piet Mondrian, ‘Broadway Boogie Woogie, 1942-43, moma.org More than a year I have been living inside this box with no divisions. Cream borders keep me company without judging my daily dancing alone and my full-hearted concerts on my own. Identical squared-rooms from my right and left stood the same size as mine. The closest leftContinue reading “on aliens and cream borders: a haibun”
inside a journalist’s mind: a book spine poem
wild embers die trying the fourth estate and still i rise. — 04.24.2020 ©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by me This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. — For dVerse Finding poems in bookshelves
april, be all but red
finally, you arrived, please take a seat. you want tea, or cup of coffee, or perhaps a cooling lime? you got fresh 30 days on your spring, pastel sleeves. need not to tell me what you got in store for me and for the fellow beings of this overwhelmed earth, i just want to ask,Continue reading “april, be all but red”
earth’s striptease: a haiku
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 .
