of bushes and spilt seeds

and so we thought we are just writing a silly tale of the blue bloom and the honey-hungry bee and so we I mean I wrote with sprinkled dusts of jealousy while you vowed to love me the flower only and so we let the days fall like leaves of autumn so bloody until December […]

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 […]

army of elements

Naked eyes’re powerless for they are invisible, smaller than dust, no less. Creepy crawlers, void of tiny legs, bursting from vein to vein inside a mortal, muscled-keg. A minuscule army of Platinum, Fluorine, Arsenic, Boron haunting for the invading “C”. With a fatal glow, ‘nother option is the clear-cut missile of Cobalt-60 and Nickel-60. Both […]

find me inside this hodgepodge: a haibun

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 […]

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 – […]

before you

But you arrived with the blushing sunset, you clothed me with shared bravery. As we heal, hand in hand with the balm of every tomorrow’s morning dew,  let me tell you, I didn’t know this heart, this heart could carry this much love before you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 31 of Poems […]

weightless earth

where flood goes beyond murky dirt, transforms into the lightness of a sea’s cerulean hands guiding transparent streams, where lighthouses mark the arrival on a safer place to land, free of clawing ghosts of the past’s unstitched seams, where guns burst life instead of endings, rescuing preys from predators, away from disturb mind’s cruel schemes, […]

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 […]