Friday, 16 May 2014

Know That I Grieve


i have not buried you
in the past
but as a keepsake deep
in my heart
sometimes I catch
a glimpse of you
as you pass through
my mind
and my heart skips
a beat
you smile at me
like you did then
when our eyes met
and my soul danced

If you should find
yourself
thinking of me
know that I 
loved you then
truly, deeply loved
you then
and know that
I grieve the death
of that moment
in time
when I could have
told you
but instead
I said nothing
and let you walk away
 ©Rose

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

The Poet

He runs his hand tenderly over the white sheet
picking me up gently he lays me down upon it
he gazes at me pensively, a dreamy look in his eyes
He begins to fondle me
I feel the gentle pressure of his fingers and I am
warmed by his touch
As his passion increases I feel the pulse in his fingers
Ardently we begin to move as one 
every stroke excites me
the way his hand moves fills me with exhilaration 
and every time he pauses I am filled with the
arousal of anticipation, willing his next move
Suddenly I feel his mouth warm and moist upon me
his tongue probing me delicately
his teeth grazing me playfully
Gradually he pulls away, inspired,
And I feel the pressure of his fingers once more
I feel his urgency as he moves passionately over the sheet
Then the climax of his last word and his pleasured sigh
brings us to completion
He picks me up, kisses me, covers me
and then slips me into his breast pocket
where I lie passive and content 
listening to his heartbeat 
feeling his chest rise and fall
as he reads the poetry we wrote
©Rose

Friday, 18 April 2014

And The Bees Are Glad




A cataclysm of luminous gaiety
gilds the lea with joy -
I smile -
my heart is stilled and warmed

Like the languid sun that hides
behind fair weather clouds
I am weakened in awe

But my spirit has risen
with the spring wind
and taken flight

And the bees are glad
©Rose

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Romance, Romance ...



...wherefore art thou Romance
if not alive in the heart of man
where dost thou hide
could thee be buried betwixt
the yellowed leaves of an olde novel
or lie thee brittle and fragile
amongst the shallow lines
of a paperback book
pray that it not be
that man has laid thee 
there to rest
let that not be the
 saddening truth
Alas! what fate man has
bestowed upon thee!
how shameful to be so
forsake!
 would that it not be so...
but that thou beest in
the melody of the dewy dawn
 in the sonnet of hues at sunset
 in the poetry of the pure pearly moon
or 
that thou hath concealed thyself 
in the petals of a rose
tenderly pressed to lovers' lips..
Romance, art thou sleeping there
waiting for love to awaken thee
with a kiss
©Rose 

Friday, 4 April 2014

I, Dandelion

Avid gardeners cuss and frown upon me
Some eat my leaves, slightly bitter but tasty
Others dry my roots for a heart-warming tea
With flowers I welcome the cute honey bee
(So, there is more to me than the weed you see)
My colour is so yellow, beautiful and bright
I've been likened to a little kiss of light
I am no posh rose nor graceful daffodil
But I still look sweet upon a windowsill
 ©Rose

Thursday, 3 April 2014

Sahara Dust Cloud

 a dark empty sun
like a talisman it hangs
sahara dust cloud
©Rose


Saturday, 22 March 2014

A Little Piece of Heaven

Let me show you a piece of heaven
where angels have never tread
There's no need to be frightened
no need to be filled with dread
Take my hand and I will lead you
out of the darkness of your mind
Take my hand you know you want to
Let's leave the banal world behind
There is no short cut to paradise
but the journey is half the pleasure
so bring your fey soul and weary eyes
and your fickle heart for good measure 
©Rose

Saturday, 22 February 2014

Paper Boat Of Dreams

Down rain filled gutters
into little streams
I skipped beside
my paper boat
following my dreams

I freed it by the river
under the willow tree
my little boat a quiver
swirled off to the sea

A sea of emotion
was soon to ebb and flow
if it ever made the ocean
I would never know

Twirling through rainwater
rushing down streams
I'm trying hard to stay afloat
on my paper boat
of dreams
 ©Rose