Blessed with a new beginning Each time the sun rises Forgiveness is my new virtue Not for all, but some Those no longer bound free to step into the light Dealing and feeling into order to heal...
Category: Poetry
Tears
Flowing freely no interruptions just pure emotion running down....
Papa and Momma
Papa broke Momma’s heart, Broke it real good, Smashed her innocence into A million trillion pieces But she did not die No, Momma did not die Momma, she took those pieces, Each and every one and set them High Up on a shelf. Time she said, Time will mend it. But I don’t think it …
Grown
the slow roll of your eyes, the tilt of your head, the sneer of my lips, judging another’s youthful enthusiasm, joy for joy’s sake, labeling her cuz you grown, you grown cuz you gots a baby, but any fool can spread her legs, and let a man in… To be really grown, Grown Your Mind, …
Just….
Just love and be with me Don't conspire or plot Just love and be with me <> Don't let another moonrise glisten upon earth without you entangled with my arms <> Just love and be with me Don't conspire or plot Just love and be with me
Bicycle Zen
Dew not yet dry as we roll down the street rolling, gliding, flowing our way through the morning rush, hardly noticed at all by traffic beeping and buzzing without thought hardly noticed at all, until we stop and wait entering and exiting their domain with push, a pedal Down goes the pedal, pushing pumping towards …
With a little faith… and love
We move through our lives grateful and present in the moment with faith and love wisdom grows and we are reborn
Woods Revisited
In the night my tears did flow In the night I called for help Twisted words answered me back And cut my heart to rubies In the sparkling morn They showed me the way To a yellow wood A fork in the road A decision to be made In the night my tears did flow …
Dancing My Way Back to Myself
When I was a wee rose bud, I wanted to be a dancer. It didn't matter what kind; I just wanted to move to music. It also didn’t matter what the music was so long as there was rhythm to it. Momma taught the jitterbug and the twist in the living room to all of us. It was …
A Poet’s Heart
My poetic heart has come back to life, With your sweet touch and gentle kiss, An old light comes back with new love, Through perfection is not your grace, And no love is free of trouble, The joy of your coming, shall remain forever with me, Even if you should leave.
Lucinda Rose 