scintillate

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. — 02.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash 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… Continue reading my sun

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… Continue reading Tattooed and Tattered

Soul’s Due

Soul's Due: Lanternes* Words you've not written will be buried with you. Tunes you have not sung will fade without one clue. So live life with fervor, 'fore death becomes true. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites. Today’s prompt is Library of Souls (Miss… Continue reading Soul’s Due

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… Continue reading Hay-stacked Soul