I write because I read. I read because I write.
Find me in silent corners where the horizon’s mouth swallows another burning ball, licks the cool sky in pastel blush in front of all. Find me in soft, tender nighttime blanket, sipping a the third cup of my daily coffee haul. Find me inside the chosen shell of solitude where thoughts are slowly eaten, gingerly… Continue reading t w o w o r l d s
Sip those sunsets, time isn't bottomless. Let that cold wind kiss your deep dark tresses, while your soul sinks with 'nother day's eggress. Sshh, be still, as evening sky undresses. Let that cold wind kiss your deep dark tresses. Tired feet, be bare, let dusts be your toes guests. Shh, be still, as evening sky… Continue reading b o t t o m l e s s (a pantoum)
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. ❤ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGY-3M-Bp24 I… Continue reading Last Echo
slowly drifting, silently sinking, gradually calming, million cells shouting. welcoming blackness, embracing blankness, letting mind rest, leaving world’s mess. — 12.09.2015 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Link Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 101: Intro to Poetry Day 3 Assignment.
