virtuoso, oh no, i am no ace of (many) no’s, i am not numb (yet) against spades of (vicious) no’s, but I’ve my shield of self-belief, just enough to help me swallow (sharp) eyes menacing, (brute) words piercing, (twisted) life unveiling, on my own. 03.18.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash […]
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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 […]
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 […]
l i m b o
Mechanical wings wheeze up, up, up. Rubber wheels tiptoe, touch clouds, up, up, away from the safe harbor of the steady ground towards the limbo of oblivion, sometimes with carpet of laughing stars. In between galaxies and mortal land, I’m here to meet you. — 08.25.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash […]
Damp Box
The box made of thin tree-meat walls, closed by a curtain door, sealed with hole-filled, rusted roof, again sinks under the merciless river overflow, yet the eight hearts it has been carrying will remain afloat— with warm love, with fearless faith, with ceaseless hope. — 08.14.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash […]
Fingers and Palms
Thin but brave bones bending but seldom or just sometimes breaking. With muscles built for exercise— gripping, typing, or clenching. The puzzle of fingers and palms, I thought need not completing. Until my right had felt your left— oh, this is what complete means. — 07.31.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via […]
hatch
egg out of your hard-outside, fragile-inside, self-made shell of hate, hardened by society’s caging cruel words of unbelief. crack the calcium carbonate crystal, with each drumming of your tired yet unrelenting heart, create a freeing hole of hope. welcome the sunrays of faith. hatch. — 03.27.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In […]
M o u n t a i n F a b r i c
As the battered wheels climb thousands more feet above the unending sea, my mummed heart undresses slowly. My nakedness embraces the soft mountain fabric made by murmurs of the wind and leaves of the giant green guardians of the endless Himalayas. I am home. — 02.13.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via my dearest […]
for your information
kick me out of your life yes, you can. kick me out of my own love, oh, you just can’t. i am locked, chained, tethered, inside the cave of my self-sufficient heart. it’ll beat with a thump, with a thump, with you or without. — 11.07.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In […]
