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I thought the turning time can successfully erase traces of the sparkling, beating void your goodbye left inside my tattered soul. A decade after, it becomes clear. I am wrong. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow's Day 1, 2 and 3. P.S. I combined the first three prompts because I was late. 😦 Forgive… Continue reading Time’s Sparkling Void
The hands of this vintage clock have ticked and turned more than a thousand times. Likewise my old heart has beat millions da-dums, da-dums. And now they are both yours, my poetry's rhythm and rhyme. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Rachel Crowe In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales… Continue reading Rhythm and Rhyme
Tick Tock: A Tanka ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer long when you're waiting short when you're doing something slow when earth's freezing fast when summer sun's rising time's bending, warping. — Photo credit: Cliff Johnson In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge: T is for Tanka. Tanka Tanka, 短歌 "short song" is meant to… Continue reading Tick Tock: A Tanka
While pain demands to be felt, smiles takes seconds to melt. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Tristan Colangelo Read Part 1 here.
While bliss flees in an instant, pain stays more than a decade. --- ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Tristan Colangelo This is the poem I mentioned, Mandi. 🙂
Mom always says “don’t let the sun come down without patching things up and don’t forget to kiss or even say goodbye”. But last night was the worst argument that we had. For the first time in almost sixteen years of marriage, he slept on the sofa and went to his office without saying goodbye.… Continue reading Fleeting
NOTE: Seconds was ORIGINALLY written by Sheridan Johnson and originally posted in her wonderful blog Journey with the Johnsons last December 09, 2015. All copyright belongs to her. Close your eyes and imagine how many seconds are in 24 hours. How many seconds that you have, each and every given day. ♦ What if I told you that… Continue reading Seconds by Sheridan Johnson: A Reblog
Sitting still in a steel stool, she begs, weeps for one more second. - Endearing, exquisite enchanter, ends first cry on her life's first second. - Captured candid cheesy charade, changed by sudden death in a second. - Old oak observes ordeals, orbits of earth’s occupants’ every second’s beat. - Nervous nerves never needed, not… Continue reading Hidden Seconds
Because I am so happy to be back, again! I am so happy to announce that I am now joining Leanne's Monday Meme! And because I am too excited for The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto: A Novel by my beloved author Mitch Albom, here's a meme from him! ❤ Photo credit: cutequote.net That's it! 🙂 ~
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