Posts Tagged ‘dearheart’

Door Steps ©SRose t. (Seasideauthor)

Continuance in fantasy?

One step, she lifts a foot;

Balance she seeks, gravity

learns, to live. Army afoot


with aid in sterile white;

to the coverings’ agony.

Rescue the betrayal blight

form sinks into atrophy.


Eruption sink coat daily                                                                                        

her frame in the mirror.

Thoughts pass, hazily

a memory disappears


of the once ‘stunning’ being.

Only half birthday ago

“She Was” only needing;

his love, her covering aglow.


Jovial interests only art,

poetry and careless dance.  

Affection was his only part,

her fault a circumstance.


The door she could not find.

In despair entangled in apogee

his help arrogantly blind.

Lacking the loving capacity


Or patience guide into reality.

Abandons her to life lonely

despair. He; her center of gravity.

Knowing he was her one and only.


A step at a time, step one, tread,

dressed in white & scrubs, allies                                                                          

rise, piloting gravity, new read.

Reach for her out of the skies.


Manages the lines, one at a time;

Guiding the pencil, led her step

by step. Long year quite a climb.

Turning a corner, her gullible rep


exasperates them still. Good deed

and gently try to erase her dearheart

from her core. Aim her to concede

he is material, only loves in part.


Someday she will find the exits.

Holding the keys, her heart wills

learn to eat to live. Into the edit

and back to reality. Loving quill


surfacing unable to keep it light.

Striving to start erasing a lout,

To stop whining in this plight?

Soon we’ll see a life all about!


All photos by Joel Robison Photography  @joelrobison  .com


Never Was A Secret

glance a picture
silver mousse hair
smooth handsome
profile truth
voice, heart melts
meeting, hearts rapid
music, emotions svelte
exciting, adoring
secrets forever told
love, choosing
same losses, pain
tearful injury, cowards escape
knowing pain leaves lack
reality, words fumble
under head injury
old trick from old goat
annuls, with voluntary comatose
hurts, everlasting scrape

You Are Supposed To

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©Sharon Rose

In your yellow suit

Bright flashy red cape

Driving through soot

So fast thru landscape


Above the clouds too

Doing no harm, single

bound. Doing good.

Save The Day! Jingle?


Mighty Mouse, never gory

Saves The Day! eahh

Hero. Like Castle’s story.

My end, to be all yeah!


You were supposed to

Save my day, be my knight

in our castle. Magic man, so

quiet, strong, holding tight!

Heart Woken by My Dearheart


You have woken my heart,

Desiring love unspoken.

 Is that my dearheart?

I am too old, for a love token

Finding more than promises,

But, life is still carousels

Wild people, crazy and scary.

In my world are great surprises,

Many lives are zombie glary.

Not ready for a… wedding bells.


Battles won and lost

In my mind’s eye.

Compassion was a cost.

Many days staring in sky.

God, can you see?

a world under some spell.

Have you lost Your zeal.

Coming here to be.

Knowing wars, you can quell.

Compassion now carbon steel?


Having been a woman, of scorn.

Having been a woman,  idolized.

Having been a woman, too worn.

Having been a woman, too civilized.

Having been a woman, too much younger.

Having been a woman,  loving all along.

Having been a woman,  of distain.

Having been a woman, in hungers.

Having been a woman, in the wrong.

Having been a woman, with a brain.


Finding the man, who is past born,

Finding  the man, that I idolized,

Finding the man, seemingly forlorn.

Finding the man, too civilized.

Finding the man, not too much younger.

Finding the man, loving all along.

Finding the man, who sees no distain.

Finding the man, seeing me hungers.

Finding the man, who is never wrong.

Finding the man, with a brain.

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