Monthly Archives: January 2016

Driftwood Memories

I walked back into my past today. Not on purpose. I went back into the neighborhood where my granddad used to live and once again I was standing face-to-face with my Past. The biting anger in her eyes and the … Continue reading

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Glass Heart–Take Two

This is a different take on the poem I wrote yesterday, Glass Heart, which you can read here. I have a heart that’s made of glass. It’s fragile & always needs cleaning. Many a woman has declared, “I don’t clean windows!” … Continue reading

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Glass Heart

She has a heart that’s made of glass It breaks rather easily. She’s the type to ask that her lovers tread across her heart carefully. She doesn’t know that people who don’t value her but only lust for loving her … Continue reading

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Daydreams

Daydreams descend like waves, like thick soupy clouds, sometimes obscuring the view of what’s right in front of you. Trapped between what seems real and what is real, it can be hell swimming toward the shore. But on the day … Continue reading

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Butterfly’s Wings

He taunted me as he took off, knowing I never was fitted for wings so I can never fly away. And that’s why I stay – here. Peace & Love, Rosalind

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A Lonely Flower

I found a lonely flower in a barren field then smothered it with my love. Peace & Love, Rosalind

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Save the Last Dance

Save the last dance for me. My tears will stain your shirt, my love stain your heart. Peace & Love, Rosalind

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The Dream Conjurer

I finally realized I must have dreamed you into being, that you were just another vivid dream and I a dream conjurer. And even when I knew all along that you were the one dream I never wanted to wake … Continue reading

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Life in My Pen

They say I write too much that I spend too much time with my notebook and pen and they tell me, “Words are not special” especially not mine. They tell me to find myself a respectable job and to get … Continue reading

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Vivid Dreams

I’ve been crying for nearly an hour, since I woke up from another vivid dream. I’ve always been a vivid dreamer. And there have always been times in my life when I see a spike in the dreams. For the … Continue reading

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