New Poetry

Poetry 2009 by Rochelle Carr

Willow

Willow tree dances,
branches in the wind,
long hairs,
swaying left.
Yellowish green leaves
of spring,
reeking of wisdom,
grace
grace
willow grace.

Imagine Being There

Imagine being there
beside his cheek
wandering about the folds of his skin,
into the creases of his life
where it’s been
where it’s going…
Will he find what he looks for
inside himself?
Inside the magnificence
of his family,
and friends,
will he find peace, renewal, and tranquility?
Or if nothing else,
will he realize his soul
aches to be understood or
heard in it’s own glory?
His importance makes the world glow.
Will he realize his perfection?
Will he?

Imagine being there
beside his cheek,
wandering about the folds of his skin,
observing,
while he holds the treasure of himself
in the palm of his hand,
carrying the grief
the grief of years yet unlived
dreams once buried deep,
souls deep.
He is not alone.
You will hear his story
if he loves you
enough
to share his heart.
His world dances with brilliance
and you will find him there…
On adventures
sprinkled with freedom
somewhere on a bicycle
still searching the sky for animals in clouds.
You will find him there running from his own perfection.
Running from his own perfection.

Places

There is a place to go
Where bluebirds sing
And the guy climbs
Up the fire escape
With roses and rainbows.

Some have decided it only happens in movies.

Movies have skewed the senses,
And occasionally we believe in
Happily Ever After
If only for a moment
In between that space
Of fantasy and reality.

There is a place to go
With a lover
Beside a river
Where the water moves quickly.
There sits a boulder
Yearning to capture passion stored -
If rocks could speak…

There is a place to go in Rome
Where dejavu finds you
Fontana di Trevi pours history
From the marble façade
The people snap pictures
And throw pennies
To remind themselves they were there.
If water could speak…

There is a place to go
In the safety of friendship
Where souls collide
Words and tongues
Meld together
Dancing with fevered information exchange
Wanting
that beautiful thing…
If time could speak…

There is a place to go inside yourself,
The world speaks only to you.
You find the place where God sits.
God space,
Our place.
If angels could speak…

There is a place to go
In between right and wrong,
You will find me there…

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