Monday, 14 August 2017

It's Complicated

It's complicated
how I hate the phrose
'it's complicated'
a tactic used deliberately
to conceal the truth
Nature is simple
it reflects only
itself
©Rose

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Enjoy The Moment

Soon the trees
will be ablaze
with colour
Candid
as gypsies
in radiant shawls
dancing and swaying
Teased 
by a flirtacious wind
they will 
quiver and flutter
restless
in their final days
of beauty
©Rose

Sunday, 12 June 2016

Poppies

Poised poppies
petals pursed
Seminal seeds 
spilled
And burst
 upon
hairy pods
to die
of
thirst
©Rose
 

Sunday, 13 March 2016

Broken-winged Bird

The icy moon
still
holds memories
of Autumn
The thrush's song
still
fills the air

I
still
search the skies
a broken-
winged bird
I am
still
chasing 
shadows
©Rose

Saturday, 27 February 2016

The Silence

She looked at him
and wondered
what it was
she was supposed to feel

Contempt?
Sorrow perhaps?
But she only felt
the numbness
inside of her

He stopped talking
Perhaps waiting 
for a response

She looked at him 
and wondered
what it was
she was supposed to say

He spoke louder
Perhaps to invoke a response
Perhaps to force her to listen
Perhaps to fill the silence

But she only heard 
the silence
Only felt the numbness
 Coiling tightly
inside her 

Holding her,
Binding her,
to the silence
between his words
where she felt safe
 ©Rose

Saturday, 13 February 2016

You Make Me Feel

You are trapped in my mind
in the maze of my dreams
haunting me

Your whispers brush my cheek
get tangled in my hair
tormenting me

Your touch  melts my heart
scorches my soul
torturing me

Your kiss leaves me breathless
words die on my lips
confusing me

Your eyes leave me vulnerable
naked before you
shaming me
Your gaze grazes my skin
I embrace the pain
you make me feel
©Rose

Monday, 27 April 2015

Your Kiss

Sweet poison -
My protests die
upon my lips

A million
butterflies born
to die

flutter,
restless
from your kiss
©Rose

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Sometimes I Swear

I am normally quite sane
but it's impossible to remain
calm, cool and collected
when one is so affected
by awful technology
I offer no apology

Sometimes I swear
at windows 8(s)
What were you thinking
Mr Gates?

Sometimes I swear
at the cookie trackers
the computer hackers
the pop-up ads
and the one click cads

Sometimes I swear
at the scoundrel scammers
the weasel spammers
the dodgy emails
the programme fails
the useless apps
and at Google maps

Sometimes I swear
 I may not appear
quite lady like I fear
but yeah
Sometimes I really swear
©Rose