Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
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I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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Morning Love Song
A Morning Love Song The sun, not yet in the sky I wake with you on my mind I wake with you on my mind The still, blackness of the room Brings pleasures for me to groom I wake with you on my mind Not yet time to rise: I lay silently searching for your eyes I wake with you on my mind The light begins to change from Black to blue I wake with you on my mind Then the rays find their way Into my room. The sun beams erasing you You, no longer on my mind.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Poets
The Room That Waited
“A forgotten room, a family’s unfinished inheritance, and a door that never truly lets you leave.” The lane to the manor narrowed until hedgerows brushed the car on both sides, hawthorn needling the paint like a warning. Mist clung to the ditch water and lifted in torn veils whenever a wind found its courage. By the time I reached the final bend, the sky had shed its color, and the house stood in a patient gray, high-shouldered and watchful, its windows reflecting nothing of the world that faced them.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
