Good Night Sadness

Good Night Sadness

 

I lie in bed staring at the ceiling

I know it's every line

I know how the shadows fall

and wait for them 

to hide the sadness 

written there

before I close my eyes

I slip into a dream

bleak and bare as the ceiling

Even the moon is bare

and cold as stone

 

A watchful tree stands

rigid, silent, accusing

 

A violin begins

to keen piteously

 

A butterfly -  merely

a fragile shadow of itself

flutters, trapped

in an erratic flight

 

A rose weeps

a putrid bouquet

There are no shadows

here

Here there is no

 escape

from the sadness

written on

the ceiling

©Rose

 

This piece was inspired by Paul Eluard

'Adieu tristesse/ bonjour tristesse/ Tu es inscrite dans les

lignes du plafond'

Theatre of the Absurd (Repost)

Theatre of the Absurd

The head/face in this image is a photograph of a reflection that appeared on the wall. Don't ask me to explain it - I can't - but there has to be a logical explanation for it I just haven't found it yet. Anyways, it freaked me out so I paired it up with an image of the moon ( it looks as though it belongs there).

just a face
in the crowd
of a meaningless
universe
midst arcane
echoes
of abstruse
dialogues
and tired
cliches
just an
incongruous
character
in the theatre
of the absurd

©Rose

CONSERVATION (Repost - Sad Elephant)

Sad Elephant

I love elephants and this one below just looked so miserable I felt so bad for him. The elephants in general seemed to be really moody and unhappy - I came away from them feeling really sad :(

While our lives leach
through the porous
warp and weft
of alien foundations
Our native memories
grow pale and then fade
behind our downcast eyes
And like a straw
in the wind
imprudence sweeps
conservation
into the cracks
of extinction
whilst civilisation
looks on
© Rose

Neon Sunsets (repost)

Neon Sunsets

between neon sunsets
and concrete dawns
in a city that never sleeps
we are robbed of our dreams

on a bed of lies
and broken promises
we drift apart
weaving dreams
of another time
but it's all a lie

we drift apart
conceiving dreams
as time ticks over

our emotions
cocooned
in hostile womb
waiting
to be expelled
like afterbirth
and
like frail moths
they too will be drawn

to the lights, the pulse
of the city that never sleeps
dying to live, living to die
between concrete dawns
and neon sunsets
© Rose

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

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

Poppies

Poised poppies

petals pursed

Seminal seeds 

spilled

And burst

 upon

hairy pods

to die

of

thirst

©Rose

 

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