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!

WRITING 101: GENTLEMEN, no more?

From: adventuresofalabornurse.com

I thought last night is a lucky night.

I was able to finally get a bus seat for that one-hour ride bound home. That seldom happens because usually, buses are full and I have no choice but to endure that one-hour ride, standing.

As I start reading Everything, Everything, a man sit on my side.

As a woman, I sit straight. 

To my surprise, he looked at me with a menacing eye and went to another seat.

I was puzzled. I think he thought I don’t want him beside me. 

Then later, as the bus continues to pick up passengers, he went back at my side.

To my surprise, he don’t just sit. He jostled me until I almost cannot breathe.

He kept on hustling me on the side until it become too uncomfortable.

I tried to ignore the pain in my arms that his weight is almost crushing.

I kept on reading despite the pain.

But he is insistent.

As he put almost all his weight on my left arm, he opened his Facebook account and posted:

Okay lang naman mag-bus wag ka lang makakatabi ng maarteng babae…

“I don’t have problems in riding buses not unless I sit beside a bitchy woman…”

That’s the only part that I was able to read.

Then he’s laughing. Because his post got a lot of comments.

As I sneaked, I’ve read some comments from women like me.

They are having fun that that man is jostling a woman.

They are lauding and encouraging him to keep on hustling me.

He continues to laugh.

He even looked at me with a dirty grin on his face to see if I can read how he degrades me. I can see that through my hindsight.

I stayed quiet. I kept on reading. I never let him notice how crushed I am.

But I am crying inside because I felt so helpless.

I felt so degraded.

I felt so little.

“Is that really how a man should treat a woman?”

Please give me the answers.

Because I am still shaken.

This is in response to Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 12 Assignment:

Day 12: Play with word count

In today’s post, pay attention to the total length of your post: if you usually write posts under 500 words, aim for longer. If you tend to write a lot, be succinct.


This is not a FICTION. This incident happened to me last night and until now I can’t stop shaking.

This experience is just so traumatizing.

I seldom post long stories but I did.

It’s because this is the only way that I think can help me rebuild my self-respect that has been shattered by this incident.

Do you have the same experience?

Please, let’s talk.