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Here. Let’s share my mitten-hand. I’m from the tropics— tower of sea and sand. I know. I know you understand. Here. Let’s share my early coffee cup, blessed with its own shadow-thin cloud. No, darling, don’t look up. Here. Come here. My wrapped arms warm and raw. Melt with me before this dear mountain thaws.… Continue reading thawing
once smooth as petals will shrink into a crumpled autumn leaf, waiting for annual earth's melting tofertilise spring's kids. — 11.20.2020©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. — For dVerse MTB: Jisei (Japanese Death Poems) The *tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single… Continue reading the invisible cycle: a tanka*
When I was young there was this Koreanovela titled Winter Sonata, a part of a series titled Endless Love. I was nine or maybe 10, innocent and clueless, but that was my first encounter with you--- season of snowflakes and magic. It has been more or less three decades and you remain a dream to… Continue reading thank you winter, for letting the spring in: a haibun
asphalt road in white, absent leaves, abandoned twigs, fresh year undresses. — 12.16.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash — For Frank's #Haikai Challenge #117 (12/14/19): Midwinter (mafuyu)/Midsummer (manastu) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga My upcoming book, Poems for S is up for pre-order. See it here: https://amzn.to/2CSrGAU .
Cold against the bare skin of warm, deep-lined palm, colder like a December midnight against the tastebuds of tongue. Brick-hard on top of a hand— so fragile and so soft. Sweet, chewy 'side the calcium cave with teeth-made loft. Perhaps, humans are winter gums— sugar-coated, guarded, armored at first glance, melting, undressing, when inside a… Continue reading w i n t e r g u m s
Stubborn thoughts surface refusing to hibernate in winter’s cold breast. Mind's cotyledons cracking the thick bed of snow 'fore the first spring bloom. — 12.27.2017 F.T. Ledrew x R. C. Gonzales (Remember Thomas, friends and poets? 😀 Who missed him like I did?! Raise your hands! 😀 P.S. Thank you for this first collab, Thomas!… Continue reading stubborn: a senryu duet
the scarlet leaf of the almost bare autumn tree, s l o w l y , ever s l o w l y , f a l l i n g from its home twig to its grave earth. the crystal snowflake of the heavy, winter cloud g e n t l y , ever… Continue reading mummed magic
Like an elusive dream I silently hope to see how you undress--- from cold white to fresh green then to shy yellow and then to scarlet red, from freckled to plump and lush to skinny and then to skeletal bare. Like an enchanting perfume I secretly imagine your scent change--- from chilling trace of frost to charming… Continue reading Dear Seasons
Our old cherry tree is pregnant again with its plump, bloody, cheerful fruits, which always remind me of your red lips as soft as the sound of the flute--- until that wintry day came and turned them so blue and oh, so cold. ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Inma Ibáñez I… Continue reading Cherry Lips
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
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