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Door Steps ©SRose t. (Seasideauthor)


Continuance in fantasy?

One step, she lifts a foot;

Balance she seeks, gravity

learns, to live. Army afoot

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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.

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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


		
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Mesach Taylor 1947-2014

Fall Alone


Fall Moon 2013 ©Sharon Rose

This ‘Golden’, moon of falling

So beHolden, ageing &blurry

she is Bolden, most of calling

in the fall, flowers bury.

 

In waiting, prayer a calling

Spinning, waiting no hurry

she is Golden, sits stalling

in the fall, leaves scurry

 

ego ‘Holden’, nearly appalling

mind racing, winding flurry

she is Golden, not enthralling

in the fall, heart is in ‘fiery

 

This ‘Golden’, Moon of falling

lips kissing, a tasting’ curry

she is ‘Golden’, still NO lolling

in this fall, she is spurry

 

no ‘Mate to embolden, Moon is falling

dearheart missing, others too surly

she is ‘Golden’, at coast my da’lling

in this fall, too heartfelt too scarry

 

In pacing, this life too petrifying

dearheart missing, forever been early

she is ‘Golden’, toasting& scarring

fall, praying, your search, will miscarry

The Path (Patterns)


The path I feel the need to follow,
Living day to day and totally estranged;
Wake; awake each day, emptier and hollow.

©Sharon Rose

©Sharon Rose

Thoughts confuse, in sadness not wallow,
Know: frail minds view, you as deranged;
The path I feel the need to follow.

Frequently: a sight to view: not in sorrow.
Quiet huddle, others’ gossip stirs, my stomach panged;
Wake; awake each day; emptier and hollow.

Although you in heart, mind; in want they borrow,
Honestly, their answers voluntarily arranged;
The path I feel the need to follow.

Left and right turns, finding the roads narrow,
Bless now, preventing fierce tears; mind‘s eye rearranged;
Wake, awake each day; emptier and hollow.

To my injury, my God, and about Your sparrow,
Your compassion: fears within them remain unchanged;
The path I feel the need to follow.
Wake, awake each day; emptier and hollow.

 

As a footnote: We were asked to use a line from a poem that has inspired us. And to write a response or reply a repose so to speak, so here is mine.  So, ‘the path’  I need to follow is two words from a Robert Frost poem, I think as a prompt somewhere on the internet where we were asked to do a patterned write. Which, I did, we were asked to use an established poet as inspiration. This is the 1st or second attempt on my part. So if it sounds familiar it may be.

Elsewhere there is one line from another poet established also, I have not remembered which one. I will footnote that one also. When I find it. So there you have it. A lot of the time I try not to use prompts too much because of this hunt.

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