Author: Rosmary Penn
Poetry
If you see a girl floating in space...
air is growing thin
as I float off the ground
the dreamers finally awake
now nothing holds me down
wandering into space
passing the atmosphere
seems my perspective
is too cavalier
running out of oxygen,
breathing goes slow
my dewy eyes reflect the stars,
like a canvas of Van Gogh's
I hear vibrations
this is my castle past the sky
where no-one asks how,
and I never wonder why
my body grows numb
as I float through stars
through my veins,
flows my liquid heart
peace like a wave
rushes over me
laying on this cosmic foam
it gets hard to breathe
I shed a tear
and then another arose
soon I was surrounded with these crystals
as each dro...
Writer In the Dark
One night the moon whispered her secrets
into the breeze,
who carried it in a song
to blow though the trees
There it settled
with it's constants and vowels
Then away flew the moon's words
on the wings of an owl
Her voice traveled a great distance
till the little bird reached light
There through the window
was a writer in the night
So out perched the bird,
words whoo-ed into the silence
to be picked up by a candle's flame,
to reach the writer's iris
It was then in the dark
that the ink flowed onto a page
It was then in the dark
that the author's mind blazed
Times goes by
and we read these words, finely tuned
from the writer in the dark,
...
Naked-Hearted Girl
Am I down the street
Or on the other side of the world?
Keep your eyes open
For a naked-hearted girl
Hopeless Romantics
ineffable sorrow
in the grey skies
staring at love letters
stained with cherry wine
on the window sill
lies the white rose
a love not to last
on the floor, her clothes
clandestine tears
of a hopeless romantic
her naive heart
so easily enchanted
she's a liability
that none can take on
limerence fades
the light in his eyes, gone
failed expectations;
for she lives in a dream
holding onto promises
of serendipity
addicted to euphoria
to dilute her pain
watching tears fall
down the shower drain
nothing left now
so another drink she pours
then into a cab
only to be broken once more
Introductions
I am a white rose
Sprinkled with blood
I am an angel
Turned away from love
I am a child
Stripped of purity
I am a soul
That longs to be free
My shadow is white
My heart is of glass
Looking for light
But trapped in the black
My mind is contorted
So I lie down and cry;
Seeking control
But not afraid to die