Time’s Sparkling Void

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 me. ❤

Rhythm and Rhyme

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 Week Thirty.

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.

 

 

Tick Tock: A Tanka

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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 be filled with personal and emotional expression. The tanka expresses feelings and thoughts regardless of the direction they take. Originally there was also an attempt to connect these thoughts and feelings to nature. The tanka, unlike the haiku, may use figurative expressions such as metaphor or simile. The form is less rigid, more casual than the haiku. It allows the imagination to help the poet express feelings.

The tanka is:

  • syllabic, 31 or less syllables, most commonly 5-7-5-7-7, in variation the lines are best kept with odd numbered syllables.
  • normally but not always a 5 line poem, the 5 line pattern however does seem to prevail.
  • defined by content and style more than the syllabic prescription. But there is still a pattern of short and long lines rather than a metered equal length.
  • written as a personal or emotional expression of themes such as natural beauty, love, the impermanence of live, the activities of the common people
  • composed with the priority of “to be touched by things” “mono no aware” and use of concrete images.

Missed a letter/poem? Read all Poetry from A-Z here.

Fleeting

PHOTO PROMPT - © Sandra Crook

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.

I am sipping my fourth cup of black coffee, still to pacify my rage, when the phone rings.

“W-w-wait! What?”

“Heart attack?!”

“W-w-w-hen!!!

“Dead!? Are you kidding me!!!

“H-h-how!!!

Stunned. Shocked.

No.

This can’t be.

Time is fleeting, I should have said goodbye this morning.

Word count: 100 words

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

Photo credit: Sandra Crook


In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 19 February 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

Read more great 100-word short stories here:

Seconds by Sheridan Johnson: A Reblog

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 you have

exactly 86,400 seconds, in one day?

Would that somehow change your perspective?

Or make you somehow question yourself

as to why you have wasted so much of it?

So many of us are always wanting more time.

More time to spend with our loved ones,

more time to spend at the gym,

or just simply wanting more time

in the morning to get ready for work.

Now open your eyes.

If you could spend 86,400 seconds

doing whatever you wanted to do,

how would you spend it?


DAY 9 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for the wonderful responses for my ‘Seconds’ prompt for Writing 101’s Day 04.

I have read a lot of wonderful poems, kudos classmates, but this one’s my favorite.

It is because my main goal for the prompt is for me, for us, to realize how important seconds are. And I believe Sheridan conveyed it wonderfully and powerfully. 🙂

~

Hidden Seconds

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 in a stage

she owns for one second.

Dream desired

delivers disappointment

deserves encouragement

for just one more second.

Sorry, seconds could

not be stolen, saved so

snag, snap, smack

sing, spin, swing,

stay…

every single second.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Magic4walls


In response to Writing 101:

Day 4: Seconds by @rosemawrites 

(Yep that’s me! :D)

A new life sees the world for the first time. Simultaneously, another life takes its final breath.

A passenger that was supposed to board a plane was one second late. Hours later, the plane went missing, the passenger saved.

Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.

~