Almost Home

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

She stood on the side of the road-
for four long years and never did erode.
I called her Moo-Moo, the cow.
She came to be a landmark, somehow…
on my journeys home as I rode-
from college to rest for a little while.
She always brought a warm smile-
to my heart at the moment she appeared.
Ten years have long passed and disappeared;
Yet in my dreams, she glows; the last mile …

 

© Sonya Rose

A Homerun

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

In bed by six, just like that
A.M. exhaustion, tit for tat
All night at the laundry mat
Red lipstick in his hair, scat
No more time for chit chat
Is she your friendly doormat?
Stay away from that rat
Gripping his prey, pussycat
He’s not all that
Just a heathen habitat
A cursing copycat
Of a charming aristocrat
Hey, she’s no ‘scaredy’ cat:
She’ll survive in combat-
Now, that her Savior’s up at bat

 

© Sonya Rose

Worlds Apart

December 21, 2008 § 3 Comments

 

My world shattered.
My heart battered.
Pain, hate, creeping upon.
Love, need, now gone.
Harsh words, a touch of wrong.
A violent thrust, a broken song.
My love stolen in one dark day,
without a single word to say.
A frozen tear melts in my heart.
I have forgotten the day, worlds apart.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Fly Swatter

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

Two eyes peered behind a violet.
How many people came as a threat,
looking inside its space?
Let me count till my face
turns blue.
A fly tries to survive, too.
S.W.A.T. on the thing;
Wings are nodding…
The time has stopped-
and its body dropped
to the ground.
No one heard a sound.

 

© Sonya Rose

Recycle

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

They panic the rest of time.
The history of mankind
Wrapped in ordinary clothing…
Here is the thing, the mind
Calls out words
Drugs, too small
I’ll be good.
I need you…Call.

He did a lot of thinking.
I refuse to be
A hater
To me
You’re in trouble
Baby
Because you went
Too far, maybe
Every once in a while,
I’ll do…whenever I moan-
I don’t want to hear it.
This is what your phone
Is all about
I’m going to set him
Straight
Look what he did on a whim
Add a little bit of compromise
Look
Who will struggle the hardest?
How we ended it shook…
Stand off…their
Solution is
They didn’t let go
Try hard not to kiss…
Tell us, crying, whatever
You do
He sounds like a
Nice guy I hope for you
He’s not a little
Sissy
In public
Making business missy
In her hands
Porcelain dolls
In her eyes, man
Men laughing, breaking balls
Thank you.
It’s the only done
Thing that bothers
One
I don’t understand
Life
I held on and didn’t
Want to let go of strife
My dream and love
I knew there was
Nothing at all
You’re fired ‘cause.
Take me to Mexico
I’ll love it there,
Curiosity
It’s getting pretty bare
Interesting, pretty
Entertaining
I’m going to fly
Its pouring…it’s raining.
Don’t ask me why…
I particularly like this guy
when I’m with him, I’m high…
So, I will try…
Not to tell this one goodbye…
It’s our time…it’s our sky.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Heart Tattoo

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

No longer committed to that permanent memory
In my waking head

I ran to remove my desire
Eraser in my head
Painful…arduous…
I scrubbed so hard
My skin bled
A tattoo of
Romantic love and affection
And tenderness
Someone who loves me deeply
Never finished loving me
I ran throughout my home
Not fully using my heart
My life
Path
Filled with fears
Anxieties
Negative energies
Surround me

Frustrated
You’re not around…
Place to purify, shower
Remove the wool,
Safety pins cling
My boundary to a personal life
Turning inward
Remove half the hearts
Tattoo
The playful ways
Thinking
Men have crossed the boundaries
Mine
Strangers to me…
Watch me bathe in the nude
What my knowing says

Washing away old, unwanted thoughts
Feelings
Release

People dancing in smoky rooms
Fill the hallways
Prosperous opportunities to
Expand your interests

Temporary fix
Baby ness

Different from the get-go
Coming out of the wound
Now, confused and unable to think
Silent, the man who blew
Magic into my ear
Said, “I love you”

Illusion is what others think
Maybe true as I
Fill all the desires
Offers I hide…
All those looking for love
Longing
I run past

 

© Sonya Rose

Talk, Talk

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

I do not own
The words I breathe
In sleep, I moan
A baby teath
Remember, wait
Listen to the beats
Disintegrate
Dreams. Angel greats

Enormorous size
Heavenly ties
Leaving behind
A family miss
One smile, to find
Familiar kiss
Rising fast, tears
Vanishing sand

Young forever, mirrors
A face of glass
Broken, sweet mass
Of heaven, earth
Communicate
Death, given birth
To one life, late
One night, talking

 

© Sonya Rose

Tell-All

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
~Tennessee Williams

 

Once And fall, I erased it all, Lover’s brawl,
sleaze ball, Hole in the wall, broken doll,
curveball, Intimate nightfall, lying, Lonely,
rainfall, crying, money, save-all, Double
withdrawal, Echo in the hall, A room so small,
Last trip to the mall, Deadly, downfall,
following baseball, One more booty-call,
I am, be-all, basting a butterball, holiday
withdrawal, Scar on arm, cover-all, y’all,
that f—–g fastball, loves me, not, slime
ball, engaging windfall, another snowfall,
sneaking, sinking, snowball, anger, rising,
fireball, playing hardball, Worrying, downfall,
lover of alcohol, Waste, shortfall, crashing,
waterfall, Another know-it-all, Lying-in-stall,
Time overall, Case-in-crawl, end-all

 

© Sonya Rose

Ladies Night

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

The crowds of men
are parting waves.
Beneath the earth
come the dancers.
A voice rings-
Silence.
One marches
through the crowd
between the present and the past.
A pillar stands…
He is beautiful-
The stranger freezes,
blinded by smoke;
His limbs are stiff.
No escaping…
He is caught
in rhyme, in rhythm.
The notes in the sky
are shadows of his shoes.
His life is a mystery,
a never ending song…
As I follow beauty
in sync-
to thunder
near and far…

 

© Sonya Rose

Return to Reality

December 21, 2008 § 1 Comment

 

“Today is the only reality” -Anonymous

 

The saddest word is farewell.
Here I go again, alone, unwell.
Can I love anymore? Please tell.
Look at my body upon the shore. Oh well.
A nightmare which never ends, dreams fell.
Wave upon wave, I blend into sorrow’s spell.
Broken shells, I am no bombshell.
So small and colorless, how helpless, hell-
I am just another face for show-and-tell.
Smiling in this lonely place, I have my cell.

Some say nothing ever goes right.
I try with all my might.
Flash my face in the night.
In someone’s dream a beautiful sight.
Who will hold me tight?
I do not know tonight.
I’m not quite alright…
Giving up, my last fight.

Was it all for nothing?
Do I count for something?
Can I wear your ring?
I have a lot of love to bring.
At times, I am just a thing.
Shells on the shore sing.

Sing me to sleep.
I am sinking deep.
Deeper, I have nothing to keep.
The hearts in my head weep.

I will go back, into the ocean, retreat-
Without love, I am made incomplete.

 

© Sonya Rose

Thorns in Me

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

My stiff fingers shaped the melody-
Of my longing, my love, and my pain.
Notes and vibrant chords trembled far-
Into this night of thunder and rain.
Tomorrow I will arrange to go somewhere.
Anywhere, alone, and I must wrestle…
With my soul alone, or, if not tomorrow-
At least the day after, as soon as I nestle
Into nothing that is not true….
Far down in my dreams, drifting, shining…
Mirrored in the stars, my heart is sinking-
Under the August moon, we are dining.
The hour of us is so enchanting.
How could beauty bring only pain?
Somewhere on the well-beaten path,
I lay my heartache down in vain.
My pride once sustained me.
Is beginning to fail me now
What is my one excuse?
Troublesome question, “How?”
How did our tension increase?
If only I could forget, the breaking point…
Blindness of my lover did not last.
My roses drop their petals, no longer joint.
Drawing in deep breathes, my heart is free.
A stranger enters the gates in hopes to-be
Listening to the music, hours wrong, off-key.
My piano and I hum, “what’s wrong with me?”
The sound of my heart is very faint.
I wonder where my last lover can be…
The man who watches can hear my cry.
I wake with feeling hope still left in me.

 

© Sonya Rose

Sugar Bay

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

Hands across the bay,
nobody’s beside me today.
The sun melts in my hands
and flies into the sands.
Hunger, buried below-
the shores of letting go.
Thoughts blowing, sailing-
a hurricane is trailing
over a dune, beyond the towers.
A cross, the feeding of hours,
stands on a red hill.
I’ve come to see my will.
Looking into my eyes,
Heaven knows no goodbyes.
Let my writing blow away…
when you come to Sugar Bay.

 

© Sonya Rose

My Offering

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

This is my offering,
so simple and true—
for the One
who made me and you.
This is my story,
written in a line,
completing a circle
daily in thine-
love of color.
This I know:
I will never
let Him go
into the wind…
so far away.
He is always here
completing this day.
I offer Him my life
to mold as His will.
Here is my gift
which he does fulfill.
In a world of evermore,
I see my heart,
endless love
from the very start.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Hurricane and The Rainbow

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

One night, my house was blown away
by a hurricane on the night I forgot to pray.
In the morning, I was lost and never me.
Searching for my place, I lost my will at sea.
What kept me from drowning—was the warmth of the sun.
I stretched out my arms to hold someone.
It was the arms of hope that helped me
and the hands of faith that made me see-
on a journey of joy and ecstasy.
Looking back at shore, I ran alongside many lovers.
Some ahead I will slowly discover:
There is no holding back today.
Love is free, free to find a way-
to set its pace and ride with destiny.
And soon, my strength of being free-
will collapse from this run
and cling onto the sun.
I’ll drop on a rainbow and lie down to die.
Look for me in the starry sky.
The colors of my heart, the vision of a rainbow…
My love remains forever, even as I go.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Torch

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

A star sleeps, obituary…

Light evolves in a new shape.

Corners, torn photos, tape…
Marble waves, restless, searching…

Time, the dark waterfall,
a circle eight…
A pattern to see…
falling,
falling,
falling…

Rising
slowly,
knocking at life,
overlapping faces.

In God we trust…
The world in his palm…

I sing
falling,
falling,
falling…

Rising,
dancing
slowly backwards…
the times.

Count.

Continue, to sing…

Heaven’s
one dance,
one song…
Love.

 

© Sonya Rose

Still Definition

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

The magic of stillness:
The ability to run the mind
past the barriers of time,
an equal plane to your state of being.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Time

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

Last night,
all night long,
I dreamed
of the ocean;
in the dark purplish haze,
I was swimming
in the middle of nowhere.
I woke up sweating-
looking at my watch
reading 5:25.

 

© Sonya Rose

Four Seasons

December 21, 2008 § 1 Comment

 

I called her
to turn around…
She kept walking
without a sound.
She faded in the blue
of the ocean and sky.
Never a chance, summer,
to say goodbye.
Fall came,
so beautiful, indeed;
he left behind a trail
of leaves and a seed.
So, I picked up
this seed and into my hand
turned to ice;
then, disappeared in land.
As Winter went away,
he passed Spring.
I smiled
at her opening.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Painterly Trip

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

Oh, how I wish to be a painting
where all souls gather
from near and far;
A picture to express my soul
in innumerable ways,
an open channel
to eternity.

My spirit emits
ethereal music…
linking you and I
to every single brushstroke.

The mysterious gesture
explores a masterpiece.

If I were truly a painting
and you were the spectator
then touch my surface.
Feel the energy—of the space
you’re falling into…

Travel with me.
Let me take you
on an everlasting trip.

 

© Sonya Rose

Oceanic Dreams

December 21, 2008 § 2 Comments

 

He covers my body at night,
A blanket once so tight-
Draped around my skin,
I hardly could breathe in
The suite of stale air
Tonight, I am lying here bare,
Dreaming of my inner child
Roses are growing wild.
In my secret garden,
Encircled by children,
I laugh as we hold hands.
And spin in the sands.
Falling down on our knees,
We gather in three’s.
Then, two’s,
We search for clues.
In the deep ocean
All this extra emotion
Carries me, Alone-
I sleep now with the unknown.

 

© Sonya Rose

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