talking to myself: a wayra

hush. whispers the moonto my walking worry. shh.shallow faith, sink and savorsuch unsure shore. in your night dress, count holy graces. hush. — 11.19.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via UnsplashThis work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. For dVerse: Poetry Form: The Wayra - Thank you, Grace, for featuring my poem there and for levelling… Continue reading talking to myself: a wayra

Resurrected Warmth

Resurrected Warmth: A Wayra Winter's biting frost, Arctic wind's chilling whispers, crawling, creeping, 'tween us, waking ev'ry bones, nerves, resurrects warm bodies once dead. — ©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 Warm Bodies (Warm Bodies, #1) by Isaac Marion. – *Wayra a pentastich,… Continue reading Resurrected Warmth

Wordless: A Wayra

Wordless: A Wayra ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer An abandoned child, a penniless new wallet, bright eyes who sees but not read, a long meaningless speech those're what I'll be, without words. — Photo credit: Nicole Mason In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge: W is for Wayra Wayra The Wayra (Quechua - wind )… Continue reading Wordless: A Wayra