a c r o n y m

Watch her arch her burdened back,
Open her bruised arms, far and wide,
Murmur tearful yet grateful chants,
As she inhales hate and breathe out
Nothing, oh nothing, but love.

©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo by Larm Rmah on Unsplash

For dVerse OpenLinkNight #238


metamorphosis (an utendi)

To the girl in sequined long dress
exuding grace with innocence,
your future is anyone’s guess.
Oh, time can reveal what it is.

To the lady with red sharp nails
wearing your faux sensual, thin veil,
your young age allows you to fail,
our fate will be better than this.

To the woman clothed in deep scars
bearing burns from her fallen stars.
You have lost and won many wars.
Oh, now you know how living feels.

©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.
U is for Utendi.
The Utendi or Untenzi (Swahili meaning deed or act) is a Swahili stanzaic form that I first found at Vole Central that is a Zejel without the Mudanza. The form is usually a narrative and should tell a story. Swahili epics appear in this form.
The elements of the Utendi are:
African Poetic Genres and Forms
  1. a narrative.
  2. stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
  3. syllabic, 8 syllable lines.
  4. rhymed, rhyme aaab cccb dddb etc. The b rhyme is a linking rhyme between stanzas.


Yes, I Am

he tried to give me
the kiss of eternity,
like a parched flower
he thought i need his shower,
but i don’t.

i felt my warm skin
against the cold wall,
as he pushed me deeper
to surrender my all,
but i don’t.

i sank, scratched my nails
against his back,
he tried to stop me
with a full-blown smack,
but i don’t.

before he gave
another strong blow,
i kicked hard
his tummy’s below,
yes, i do.

before my eardrums
cracked in his screams,
i pulled his gun’s trigger
and ended his dreams,
yes, i do.

for i am a woman
who doesn’t have a man,
but i won’t let anyone
to strip me to undone,
yes, i am.

now, ask me
if i am guilty,
of killing a monster
who could’ve killed me,
yes, i am.

©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Public Domain Photo

In response to Mugging for the Camera by lillian.
Choose one of these mug shots from the 20s that “speaks to you.” Let your imagination go a bit wild for this prompt. You can be the person, talking to us; or put the person into a poetic “Wanted” poster. Or tell us a tale in verse that “spins” around the mug shot you select. You are limited only by the far reaches of your creativity! The one requirement is that you post the mug shot you choose, in addition to your “mug shot poem.” Surprise me! I’m looking forward to meeting some real characters!!!




Proclaiming Perfection

Proclaiming Perfection (Inspired by Perfect Strangers by Jonas Blue)

Don’t wait for perfect strangers who will attest your beauty
may it be your soul, your heart or your body.
’Cause once they abandoned you, you will surely wonder
if those praises are just false wordy clutters.

The first person who should proclaim your perfection is you.
The only person you need to rely on is no one else but you.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤



Shine (Inspired by Yellow by Coldplay)

Just like the glorious yellow sun,
darling, you are made to shine.
Remember you’ll not remain hidden
among the black-veiled night sky.
Darkest evenings can’t stop you
from rising, rising oh so high.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly. ❤