Thursday, April 17, 2008

Diving In

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

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Daffodils

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

Rosalie Miller 2008

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Friday, December 29, 2006

Drought

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

 

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Saturday, January 7, 2006

Daily worries

Sagging, bowed
Beneath all the essential
I feel weak.
Time seems to stretch before me.
I feel frantic.
When do I get to play?
 
© Rosalie Miller 2006
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Depression

What can I show you all?
What is acceptable?
I cry inside
Not daring to let it show.
I dread the question:
How are you.
And even more my answer:
I’m ok.
Am I lying to you
Or to myself?
Why don’t tears
Ever come at an appropriate time?
 
© Rosalie Miller 2004
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Thursday, November 17, 2005

Disbeliever

So many right answers

That seem so wrong.

So much

That confuses and conflicts.

Wrong

Pretending to be right,

Counterfeit

Passed off as real.

I’ve become disillusioned

I don’t understand anymore

I don’t seem to fit –

My world has no place

For a disbeliever.

 

© Rosalie Miller 2001

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Desespoir

I want arms to go around me

Hold me tight

I want voice to ask

Am I alright

But I struggle with the feeling

Not for me a friendly face

Surely I am undeserving

Not for me that love and grace.

Pathetic, shivering, naked

Simply no worth there to prove

Misery all I have to offer

Why would any choose to love?

 

© Rosalie Miller 2003

 

 

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Dear Diary

Your blank pages

Stare up at me

Unblinking.

No wisdom to impart

Except my own.

You gain a life

I pour myself into you

Day and night.

Do I gain anything?

Or do I give, never to receive?

You’re my constant companion

With nothing to say

No comfort to give.

Yet I continue to pour myself out

Like some sacrifice

To the god “Diary”.

 

© Rosalie Miller 2004

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