Red: A Rondelet

Dripping red blood from her pale wrist she cut deeply. Dripping red blood screams her pain she kept hidden, locked. She relish the pain silently, her final seconds end slowly--- dripping red blood. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 25. — The Rondelet is a relatively short poem using the entire opening… Continue reading Red: A Rondelet

Rhythmic Beats: A Rondelet

Rhythmic Beats: A Rondelet ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer We'll beat as one. If love cease to exist again, we'll beat as one. If your legs are too old to run, if your lips' sweetness can't remain, if your mind forgets to be sane, we'll beat as one. — Photo credit: Tamara Menzi In response to… Continue reading Rhythmic Beats: A Rondelet