Diana Rosser Poems

May you never know sorrows such as these
stifling grey clouds of wretchedness that seep
through strangling vines that flourish in their deep
dark dankness. Cold fingers that wind and squeeze
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Festering leaves hem colourless trees;
lifeless silhouettes in somber air.
Silence, sulky, wet, hangs everywhere.
The clogging path upward guarantees
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Perched high on the tallest bare brown branch
the red-breasted robin sings full throated.
This year, though perhaps I have just noted,
his chest seems so much brighter than before.
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My thought full mind does struggle to express
the weakened way in which my whole self feels
when you perform with loose-limbed finesse.
Holding court; your beauty my heart steals.
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The old cloth stinks
Heavy and damp it lies discarded on the drainage board
It was useful once.
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The morning sky burns bright golden.
Such a sight to be beholden;
soft white clouds that sail new blue
are under laid with pinkish hue
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I will know death.
So will you
and there is nothing you or I can do.
We will know death.
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Time passes

The child that built sandcastles
meters across
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I looked at my everyday love in a mindful way
saw his thumb behind his ear
hand pressed against his face
I have seen that thumb
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she is sorrow-full
her heart lies heavy as lead
below her sad eyes
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