Rose Coloured Glass

Once words fizzled in my brain
And they couldn’t come out fast enough
But confusion drove them all away.
Sorrow pulled me under
Curled me in on myself
Washed through me like a flood
Taking everything with it
Leaving only cavernous emptiness behind.

Like a land burnt bare by the raging path of a volcano
My insides impatiently await
The coming
New shoots of life.
I yearn to feel words putting down roots
And sprouting within me again.
Then come the flowers and fruit
Turning the prose within me to poetry once more.

Rosalie Miller 2007

Hum-Drum

Hum-Drum

Listen to the rain

Hum-Drum

Hum-Drum

Words swirling round my brain –

Soggy, wet, dreary

Rain begone

Come back sunshine

And fine days.

But recently

Our view has changed –

Wel-Come

Wel-Come

Hear the new refrain

Wel-Come

Wel-Come

Water gurgling in the drain.

© Rosalie Miller 2007

Photo montage

Picture message

Take my best features

Every angle covered

Enhance my lips with lipstick

Sultry Pose

Try to hide my bulges

Perkify my breasts.

Can you see anything beautiful there?

Please find something beautiful

Please help me find

Something beautiful.

© Rosalie Miller 2007

Your smell seems to haunt me

Sometimes it feels like a loving embrace

And sometimes like a tease.

How different it would be

If you were my own.

© Rosalie Miller 2007

Before I met you

I only saw the path straight ahead

Daily you show me

Highways and byways.

You taught me

To kick off my shoes

And dance barefoot in the sand.

Imagine the footprints

Together we could leave on life!

© Rosalie Miller 2007

You look like an alien being

with Strange Protruding Ears.

Part of the beauty of you,

Part of who you are

I wouldn’t want you any other way –

You wouldn’t be yourself.

Please don’t think I want to change you

Please don’t think you should be any other way.

© Rosalie Miller 2007

The V of land

Almost shrouded by imposing trees

Yet glimpse below

The endless forest of houses

Bounded, bordered, framed

By ocean        

Sometimes blue and sometimes grey.

The landscape

Exudes, exhales the golden unquenchable sunlight.

© Rosalie Miller 2007

I don’t know if you can love me,

If you can find me beautiful.

I don’t know.

But I want to find out.

I glimpse your soul

Peeping back at me

And in that momentary glance

My soul is home.

My mouth longs to talk

My ears long to listen

My heart longs to know

My soul longs for that home again

© Rosalie Miller 2007

Wintry wind

Keeps summer guessing

As storm soaks;

Life-blood of earth.

Shivery

Makes me snuggle into you

And purr.

© Rosalie Miller 2007

Imagine as I’m walking

The hissing of a summer storm

Fat drops pelting my skin

Too wet to be repelled;

Too insistent.

Toss back my hair

Shaking rain from my eyes

Or is it tears

Tears of relief

At blessed cool release.

© Rosalie Miller 2006