postal code stamps

Our tongues are dancing muscles
sprinkled with the magic dust of languages,

as if before birth we’re treated
on a buffet of diverse dialects and accents

where we select how our mouths will circle and arch
to utter each twisted word’s lyrical march, but

pause and place your vein-hand
in the middle of your breasts, there,

there is a polyglot organ,
tapping ceaseless da-dum, da-dum,

tasting the kindness in a stranger’s smile,
touching the tendrils of love’s blurry profile.

There is where we learn,

our tongues may be the dancing muscles
sprinkled with the magic dust of languages,

but our hearts are our postal code stamps
proving this big, big world is our residence.

©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo not mine

For dVerse Open Link Night #241

what happened? (a naani)

Bombs, blasting or inhaled.
Lives, culprits or innocent.
Leaders, liars or prophets.
World, what happened?

©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.
N is for Naani.
The Naani is a stanzaic form found at Shadow Poetry and is most often an observation of human relations or current events although it can be open to any subject. Naani means “an expression of one and all”. The stanza form was introduced by Dr. N. Gopi an administrator at the Teluga University.
The Naani are:
  1. stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
  2. syllabic, with a total syllable count of between 20 and 25 syllables.


getting there: a senryu for TLT

Dusting gun powders,
digging buried bomb shrapnels,
dark road of hate clears.

©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo by Manu Sanchez via Unsplash

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week 100!!! (Oh how I miss three-lining! 😀

Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Jade M. Wong

An Elegy For Them


This poem…

Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of her father

For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle

For the thousands of eyes
That look to the sky
Through acid and smoke
And never look back down.

© Jade M. Wong 2017

Meet BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES’ beta-readers: @jademwong.

A dear friend for over 2 years now, Jade is a writer who can break, melt or enchant your heart all at the same time. Her gift in weaving words (plus yummy food photos and intereting trinkets) are on her amazing gallery (and you got to check her out). 😁

It is my delight to have her as one of the first eyes to read my debut book. Jade suggested major changes on the sequence of the poem and it really made an awesome difference.

So dearie, thank you for your expert eyes and of course, for the super going strong frienship! Much love.

(As the release of my BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES nears (this month!), I would like to feature the amazing writers who guided me (technically and morally) all through out this nine-month journey. I am blessed to have them.)

Earth: An Etheree


Earth: An Etheree
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

vastness and depth,
of deep… mystic world
beneath expanse of browns.
Above sprouts green mantles
along the smoky high-rise greys.
In between deep blue, tall greens and greys,
moves little d-o-t-s of diff’rent color s-l-o-t-s.

Photo credit: NASA

In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge: E is for Etheree


Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Missed a letter/poem? Read all Poetry from A-Z here.