There's An Elephant In The Room

There's an elephant

in the room

that needs talking about

But nobody wants to

start the conversation

Avoiding the situation

seems the best thing to do

Exchanging pleasantries

And everyone agrees

the weather is rough

this time of the year

There'll be time enough

tomorrow

to shed a sad tear

to wallow in sorrow

to bury their grief

But the elephant

still hides in the shadows

A silent thief

©Rose

Q:~How do you shrink an elephant?

A:~ With small talk! 

Dancing With The Rain

You tiptoe softly through my dreams

like a cloud on a summer breeze

Although I try and embrace you

you slip through my fingers like rain

Arms open wide I reach for you

Rain is falling all around me

pitter-patter like a heart beat

I'm dancing with the falling rain

When I wake up in the morning

I pray that I may fall asleep

I want to dance with you again

rain is falling all round me

©Rose

I Wrote You A Poem

I wrote you a poem (left unread)

So I wove you a dream instead

I caught the wind in the forest

And chased the rain on the river

I collected dew from the dawn

And captured the gentle quiver

of lilting birdsong in the morn

 I spun heaven into your dreams

with bits of sky ever so blue

And wisps of silvery moonbeams

Spun with stars and a twilight hue

I wrote a poem for you

Nothing to cling to

Nothing to give or take

No keepsake

Rose

The Devil's Darning Needle

The devil's darning needle

she is named

and for this legend 

she is famed

So take heed

of this indeed:-

Daydreamer do not slip

into a sleep

beside a shady stream

As the damselflies

will stitch your eyes

while you lie and dream

 Children do not lie just

do as you're told

 Wives be fearful - do not

 nag and scold

Husbands do take care 

never to cuss - never to swear

Young ladies please do not pry 

and never mix with gossips

 Or the evil dameselfly

will stitch up your lips

ⒸRose

 

Little Green Apples

Under a dappled sky

the smell of promising rain

permeates jaded thoughts

on the little mound of soil

under the apple tree

The wings of a parakeet

agitate the leaden air

stirring the branches

above the little parasol 

of emerald shade

There forbidden fruit

coyly hide beneath 

green leaves, waiting

patiently to harvest

their rosy blushes

from the gentle kisses

of the summer sun

ⒸRose

 

Yellow Is The colour

Yellow flowers

greet 
the rising sun

and 
become
 one

with the waxing moon.
 Long 
are the hours
of 
the torrid afternoon.

 A little 
torment
a little 
pain

of passion 
unspent.
Drenched 
in rain
 a potent soul
makes me whole
again
ⒸRose

No one Hears

everyone listens

but nobody hears

a cheek glistens

with silent tears

shouting won't make

a blind man see

crying won't ease

the misery

colours are fading

turning to grey

shadows are braiding

the last light of day

a monochrome halo

hangs in the sky

the scornful echo

of a seagulls cry

night keeps its vigil

so paint your dreams

amongst clouds dismal

a miracle gleams

night brings its silence

that deadens and deafens

night brings its own sentence 

........nobody listens.......

ⒸRose

For-get-me-not

pretty spring flowers

forget-me-nots grow paler

how arid the soil

ⒸRose