Remembering lying next to old lovers;
the tenderness I would feel,
the sudden certainty of peering
into the slumbering face of forever.
I would perch… Read More
Imagery
Part 1
Are the images effective?
In a difficult poem, isolated images may be all that reaches the reader the first time through. These… Read More
This is the cruel dawn…
the dawn of wailing sirens, crow calls, locked doors.
Your door is locked,
a silent assault.
I tiptoe past,
careful… Read More
Time of the Pearl by Willow Rose
The mist is thick
rising up through the swamp,
and the dawning day
weaves gossamer strands
of sunlit gold
through that damp veil.
A bird… Read More
Filler on Page Ten by Willow Rose
When the basement floods
and the phone goes dead;
When the twenty-seventh migraine
claws its talons through your head–
And your throat is raw;… Read More
Emerald green, transparent glassine,
the wave begins rippling, prancing
for the watery gallop into shore;
tossing foaming and frothing white manes,
like Poseidon’s own team;… Read More
The potter climbs the stairs to his attic workshop,
leaving the drag of his wife’s glare;
the cheap disinfectant
and the dream vacuumed air.
From… Read More
Suddenly air-borne! Aloft; earth free,
I felt your strong hands pushing me.
Pumping my legs and filling the space
of a hungry, empty, yearning place… Read More
