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Surfacing by Willow Rose

Surfacing

by Willow Rose

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
 
Six Critical Questions About Poetry- Part 2 Diction~ Is the diction fresh?

Diction~ Part 2

Six Critical Questions About Poetry

Diction Part 2 Is the diction fresh? Individual words rather than phrasing are the focus when the poem is revised. And all poems must be… Read More
 
Six Critical Questions About Poetry- Part 1 Imagery~

Imagery~ Part 1

Six Critical Questions About Poetry-

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
 
Cruel Dawn by Willow Rose

Cruel Dawn

by Willow Rose

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

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

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
 
Celtic Man by Willow Rose

Celtic Man~

Celtic Man A magic man with healing hands cried rainbow tears from wizard eyes; He read my mind and touched my soul; And mended all… Read More
 
Surf Goddess by Willow Rose

Surf Goddess

by Willow

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
 
Potter by Willow Rose

Potter

by Willow

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
 
Moment in the Park by Willow Rose

Moment in the Park

by Willow Rose

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