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

That Which Is

lift the veil

of pseudo melancholy

from this dismal canvas

for the raven sings

his courtship song

and she,

freshly bathed,

preens coquettishly

elated

she frolics

spritely

to amuse him

 flirtatious harlequin

with raven wings

enchanting

to behold

©Rose

The Wind And The Sea

Stained with the wilful moods

of the tempestuous sky

the concupiscent sea sings

to the wanton wind

waves arched into undulating

curves

heaving, cresting, caressing

soliciting the wind

tempting him

with her allure

desiring his

stimulating touch

to kindle, to ignite, to inflame

her arousal

until in union

their lusty

motion, emotion, elation

rises and falls

surges and swirls in an

ardent dance

erupting 

onto the shore

spilling over

long dark tresses

of seaweed

shadows

that lie glistening

in the moonlight

upon the pale naked sand

ⓒRose  

A Love Unloved

you are

the page unturned

the fire unburned

the letter unsent

the tears unspent

you are

the song unsung

the violin unstrung

the poem unwritten

the words unspoken

you are

the seed unsown

you are

 love... unknown

©Rose 

Words

strumming your guitar
your words bring tears to my eyes
plucking at my dreams
© Rose