Under the bleeding sky
welcoming dawn dressed
in scintillating virgin
rays of the sun fresh from
its nightlong slumber,

breathe in, breathe out.

Feel your beating chest,
smell your flowing breath,
cherish this moment with
no one but yourself.

©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to dVerse Soul gazing

my sun

My love affair with words and rhymes started when I was a kid. I used to win slogan making contests, I used to sing songs with rhyming lyrics. Then I came across William Wordsworth’s “Daffodils”— the first seed of poetry planted inside me. Though my writing heart like Wordsworth’s cloud, wandered far and long. Aside from love notes in rhyming stanzas, I don’t really know much about poems. Then in 2015, I stumbled upon WordPress Poetry 101. With skilled and experienced poets I felt like a child on her first day in kindergarten. Clueless. Intimidated. Yet, deep inside determined.

After a few tries with rhymes and forms, the first haiku, the first sonnet, the first tanka, and then more free verses, I found the rhythm of my pen. Slowly, I befriended the beating ink flowing inside me, ever since. I found my soul’s oxygen. I started breathing again.

Here comes summer rays,
parting the veil of winter.
Poetry, my sun.

©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to dVerse Haibun Monday: Who? What? Why?

Tattooed and Tattered

Rugged hands inked with brave symbols—
dark icons that make innocent heart trembles.
None knows they hide war’s one broken, tattered soul.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Alex Hockett

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-One.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Soul’s Due


Soul’s Due: Lanternes*

you’ve not
written will
be buried with

you have
not sung will
fade without one

live life
with fervor,
‘fore death becomes

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In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites.

Today’s prompt is Library of Souls (Miss Peregrine’s Peculiar Children, #3) by Ransom Riggs.

Library of Souls (Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children, #3)


The Lanterne is:

  • a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
  • syllabic, 1-2-3-4-1 syllables per line.
  • is composed with no punctuation and no rhyme, each end-word should be strong.
  • centered on the page. Since this is a concrete or shape poem, the length of the word on the page factors into the equation, syllable count is not enough to determine the selection.
  • title optional.


Hay-stacked Soul


Hay-stacked Soul

In a dusty old barn your lost soul stays
buried under a thousand of dull dry hay
in doubt if there is hope to even pray.

When is the last time you solemnly pray?
during those blissful years your life once stayed?
when you harvest sweet fruits, not lifeless hay?

Life wheel’s now turned, you now live with stacked hay,
do you think your weary soul can still pray?
or will you choose a sea of grief soul-stay?

—you won’t stay in the midst of hay, just pray.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Nick Scheerbart

In response to Daily Post: Faraway and Napowrimo Day 7.


Our (optional) prompt for Day Seven comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us all to write a tritina.


The Tritrina is a very short form of the Sestina introduced by American poet Marie Ponsot.
The Tritrina is:

  • stanzaic, written in 3 tercets followed by a single line envoy.
  • metric, iambic pentameter.
  • written with an enfolding end word pattern of
    stanza 1: 123
    stanza 2: 312
    stanza 3: 231
    envoi: 123