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.

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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.

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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.


Cave Woman


Cave woman. That taunting nickname was born when I was a teenager because of my bar-hate. The tag and my bar inexperience have remained until now that I’m almost at my four-decade mark.

I hate the smell of beers and alcohols, most of all, smoke. I can’t stand noise equally. Beyond these, I’ve heard and watched obscene, brutal, unfortunate events that happened inside an almost light-less, always crowded bar.

But today might be my cave-woman name’s ending.

I just resigned from my 23rd job when I saw the blinking WANTED sign. Maybe waitressing in a bar is my real calling.

Word count: 100 words

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Photo credit: Ted Strutz

In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 05 August 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:

Woman’s Worth: A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme*


Woman’s Worth: A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme*

Your staring wide grinning eyes consume the beauty I behold.
From my face to my toes you gaze as if I’m a shining gold.
Words will be futile, ‘cause your malicious gape speak for itself.
Dark dreamy, steamy scenes your mind creates, I can see myself.
Stop! For your soul’s sake put your vicious visions in state of dearth.
I have wise mind and kind heart, they are my assets since my birth.

I am more than flawless face and bare body that’re rare on earth,
I am more than the lustful illusions you can never hold,
I am more than the photo-shopped babe in your men’s cave bookshelf,
I’m more than what you can see and feel. No words can speak my worth.

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

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In response to Napowrimo Day 27. (yes, I’m catching up! :D)


Today’s prompt comes to us from Megan Pattie, who points us to the work of the Irish poet Ciaran Carson, who increasingly writes using very long lines. Carson has stated that his lines are (partly) based on the seventeen syllables of the haiku, and that he strives to achieve the clarity of the haiku in each line. So today, Megan and I collectively challenge you to write a poem with very long lines.

*Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme

Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme is an invented form found at Shadow Poetry, created by Laura Lamarca. The Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme is:

  • a decastich, a poem in 10 lines.
  • syllabic, 15 syllables per line.
  • rhymed, rhyme scheme aabbcccabc.

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!