when rain reigns

while i try
to rein on my
stubborn and elusive
sense of worth,

the rain reigns
against the sun rays
with its freed droplets
of crystals
kissing the waiting,
parched earth.

may i find
the purpose of my
birth, with the petrichor’s
coming mirth.

09.14.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo by Liv Bruce on Unsplash

In response to Quadrille #40 by whimsygizmo and Rein ’em in! lillian! (i hope i am not too late! :D)
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Between My Bleeding Lines Now LIVE in Amazon!

BLEEDING LINES

My baby is here! Between My Bleeding Lines is now available in Amazon and Createspace! Please see the following links:

Between My Bleeding Lines is a collection of 100 free verse poems about love, loss, and finding yourself in the process.

The art of loving, the pain of losing, and the beauty of healing are shown in the book’s three chapters: For Granted, Forgotten and Forbearer.

 

Buried Deep

her feet buried
in a deep, deep soil of grief
and self-doubt.

a larva cocooned so long,
afraid to break free,
to break out.

until the wind of change
made her shell dance,
wiggle, wriggle,
jiggle, wobble,
shake, bounce.

life’s gonna hurt
but it’s meant to be felt.
come out now,
free yourself,
be brave.

P.S. Another piece inspired by India Arie. This time it’s her song Break the Shell.
Child its time to break the shell
Life’s gonna hurt but its meant to be felt
You cannot touch the sky from inside yourself
You cannot fly until you break the shell
05.10.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to Soil poetics by Björn Rudberg (brudberg).
May is here and at least in Sweden it’s when we finally have spring. This is when all the strength of soil and seed spring forth. Every day is just another shade of green.
Today I want you to write poetry about soil. To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be.
dverse

Last Echo

she got the final note
on her last day
on earth.
she went out
with a book on hand
and let the last echo
of her heart
lead her between
the mountain, the sky
where her song is heard,
where her name is whispered.

P.S. Written with India Arie’s India Song playing. ❤
I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
I wanna go where the wind calls my name

05.09.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to Quadrille #32 by whimsygizmo
Let’s dance with some shadows today, my poetical peeps. This is De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, and it’s Quadrille Monday here at the bar – when we write a poem of exactly 44 words (not including title), and include one given word.
Today, I want you to play with the word: echo.
dverse

Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Mah Lima

Note to Self

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There’s no point in looking outside for things you should have inside. It will only bring you harm. Don’t put your happiness in a stranger’s hand. No matter how long you’ve been with someone, unless you’re both open to it, you never really know them. And even when they are, you still don’t. So how can you let them guide you and follow blindly? Communication is key. Respect is foundation. Commitment is basic. Love? Love is like the cherry on the top. Or you really thought all of the couples you know that have been together for so long were so because of “love”? No, my dear. They’re together because they want to, because there’s those three things and a thousand more reasons to stay. Nowadays it’s harder and harder to find people willing to stay. So when you do, when you finally feel good with yourself and find that one person that stays throughout all seasons, you stay. It’s probably new to you and everything inside you tells you to leave, but don’t run away. Stay true to yourself, open and honest. Talk to them and listen. Respect them and commit. And when asked, tell people you’ve found love because, in the end, isn’t that what love is?

© Máh Lima


The last but definitely not the least of my girls is Mah from Brazil who writes with heart tugging simplicity, and awe-mazing honesty. If you need the *feeeeeels* go check out her lovely and colorful and amaaazing gallery! ❤

My hun Mah did not suggest edits, she said she just cried and pondered and cried all throughout the book. And for me, that is more than enough. (i am such a bad best friend haha).

Thank youuuu, hun! Happy to have you with me in each and every milestone! Loooove you big time!

(As the release of my BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES nears (this month!), I would like to feature the amazing writers who guided me (technically and morally) all through out this nine-month journey. I am blessed to have them.)

Bus and Break

the rushing wind kisses my cheeks as i keep the bus’ window open. we are zigzagging and zooming because 6 in the morning is synonymous to a free-flowing highway. no traffic. no accidents (yet). as my eyes stare at the birthing of yet another sun, my ears is swimming on a familiar tune. a tune the heart needs as morning booster and as a balm to yesterday’s hurt. feet tap tap. fingers tap tap. you’re not breaking me.

a summer-like song
for a winter-frozen heart.
i will beat again.

P.S.
So the song I was talking about in this piece is Unbreakable Smile by Tori Kelly.
La da da da dee, you’re not breaking me
La de da da da, ain’t got time for ya, singing
La da da da dee, you won’t shatter me
La de da da da, got an unbreakable smile
P.P.S. And because I don’t drive I realistically describe a day on a bus. 🙂
05.03.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday: Tramps like us were born to survive… by kanzensakura.
Today, I’d like you to write about singing along with your music and driving.  Off on a trip, off on vacation, soothing yourself and just driving at night, driving out your anger or your grief, shared a few songs with a friend?
dverse

Goddess of Horrors

Goddess of Horrors (Inspired by This Night by Black Lab)

Your eyes possess sparkles no stars can beat.
Your tattered soul is nothing but exquisite.
Your heart is beautifully bruised and scarred.
Your body is a set of perfectly broken shards.

My dear, tonight let me be your honest mirror.
Let me show you the goddess birthed by your life’s horrors.

10.25.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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Quintessential

Quintessential (Inspired by Up In Flames by Ruelle)

Don’t let world’s black smoke of grief
make your inner light dull.
Your soul’s brightness is not ephemeral.
My iridescent love, you are quintessential.

10.25.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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Clarion Call

Clarion Call (Inspired by Pain Told Love by Tribe Society)

She turned her excruciating pain
into a clear clarion call
to love, accept, embrace herself more.

10.25.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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Artistry

Artistry (Inspired by Midnight City by M83)

Midnight city’s blinking skyline against
blinding twilight’s transforming hues,
proves no man-made scene can beat
nature’s flawless and raw artistry.
Well, my dear, it includes you and me.

10.25.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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