scared

Feet on the edge of a cliff, hanging, hanging, just one more push Mr. Wind. Yet sweaty hands cling, cling, to unseen twigs, not willing, not willing, to dive, deep, deep, into the pit of love. I have always been brave, blunt, honest, but I cannot leap, else I’ll be a mess. Yes,  I am […]

questions for soles who crave to walk on eggshells: a quadrille

cr-cr-cr-crack one corner after another, tip-tip-toe carefully, on top of crumbling eggshells. is it, is it a triumph to walk his crushed carpet of survival? w-w-why do we choose to create home inside crevices so fragile? is it called saving? or is it suicidal? — 11.19.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via […]

parched (a xiaoshi)

Pregnant clouds crawl as the voice above growls. While the parched earth opens its mouth thirsty for rainfall, a waiting heart whispers, “wind, bring him home.” — 03.26.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. X is for Xiaoshi. Xiaoshi, (small poem,shi = poetry / […]

bosom (a conachlonn)

Pain swells in the bosom of a song. Long before the first note of refrain, restrains fail to cease tears from falling. Losing you, I wish will be my gain. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. C is for Conachlonn. The Conachlonn is […]

butterfly heart

how many days will it take for a crawling pupa to hide her legs and grow her own soft cage where she will further evolve into a winged butterfly? how much pain will she survive to transform from a leaf-beggar to a fragile air glider who can freely fly? how many tiny cells hidden from […]

Our River

the gentle whispers of the trees’ breeze. the tender murmur of river’s flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours. today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast […]

Velleitie

My fingers will never be enough to count how many times you whispered you love me most. Love me more than anyone in the world. Love me more than anything on earth. How you want to have a home with white picket fence, where you and me and our four little kids will live with […]

Still Screams

my heart still screams your name, though mind says we’ll never be the same. your mind’s now filled with fame, true love’s now not your heart’s game. mind tries hard to keep sane, while my heart still screams your name. — 04.07.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash

Blue Hole

Basked in between the cerulean sky and the silent sea of bluebells, my soul is silently sinking ‘neath the hole of void and blue, as my aqua eyes search for you. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash   In response to dVerse‘s Poetics:Breathing Blue by De of WhimyGhizmo. Read her own blue-inspired poem here. […]