Rose Coloured Glass

Golden verses hang from trees
Like golden fruit
Hanging heavy on the branch
Waiting to be picked.
Search the ground,
How many words can you find
Half-emerging from their conkers
Half-hidden
Waiting for a seeing mind.

This is a land of imagery
Of ancient word-smiths
Who wove light
Into a shimmering blanket
To cover the land.

Rosalie Miller 2008

I think I see blue skies
Then I look in your eyes
And I see grey looking back at me.

Rosalie Miller 2008

The hope of tomorrow
Makes sweet smells
That perfume our today.

Rosalie Miller 2008

Shore receding
Will I sink or swim?
As I follow the moon-path
I wonder
Will the shining silver dreams that come
Fade on waking?

Rosalie Miller 2008

Sunshine hued
Sweet flowers imbue
The world with warmth
Singing their joyful song
Without sound
Playfully promising
Bright days to come.

Rosalie Miller 2008

Do we believe
Because we need
To marry today and tomorrow?
How long
Can the old season hold
Before the new comes dancing in
Breaking everything apart?

Rosalie Miller 2008

Mind death
Dearer than all else
Willingly forget
Drink in oblivion
Only tomorrow exists.

Rosalie Miller 2008

Sunshine will be here tomorrow
Breathe the perfect air it brings
Look around
Sweet summer comes
Writing its poetry
With light and shade.

Rosalie Miller 2008

Why do I feel smaller as I get bigger?
Why do I feel less? I am growing more…
How do I become less noticeable
When I take up more space?

© Rosalie Miller 2007

Feather-light
Your touch
Like static electricity
Flowing through fingertips
Tenderness, transferred
Then dissolving to nothing
In an instant
Leaving me bereft.

My skin longs for lingering touch
For warmth spreading through
Not electric shocks
That fade on waking.

Rosalie Miller 2007