Red to Wear

November 18, 2007 § 3 Comments

Dogs from last year’s logs, sources-
All beagled, so blind – humankind
Marked the monologues, reinforces
The Creator, force of the mint mind
Hear the vexed voice, the choice…
Simon says in a world beyond
Threads of choice…
Respond, wave your wicked wand
Body into bliss, jam out someplace
Embrace vibes in you – your unity
The tacked space – This rusted race

 

© Sonya Rose

Keyface

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

Hours pass
She walks on
Glass
A myrmidon
In her choice,
screams!
Some voice
Pretty bad dreams

 

© Sonya Rose

Phantom’s Smile

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

See a young face die…

disappearing sky.

The last precious day…

smiling faraway.

Heaven’s breath draws nigh.

Rain upstream, stays dry;

drown in love’s goodbye.

Dream soul, heart’s heyday.

See a young face die…

rising river, fly!!!

Parting lullaby,

sleeping, so long, sway~

Must my hair turn someday gray?

See a young face die…

 

© Sonya Rose

Mortal Marriage

November 18, 2007 § 2 Comments

Follow me and close your eyes.
Read the writings in your heart.
Go the way. Thy tread testifies.
Whichever route you chart,
whatever your hands find to do,
you will prosper.
Faith is walking through
a messenger:
Your heart in youth~
Wisdom is your name.
Speak with tongues of truth:
An innocent child’s acclaim,
The world will someday purge in fire.
Change. Inspire.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Rock

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

I will follow the Man
who made the stars in one night.
He paves my path
from the break of light.

In the evening and morning,
He parts the sea~
So I may walk on dry land…
grow His living tree.

For every season,
there are signs to mark;
To count the years~
count the bark.

Travel in the sky and sea.
Keep on multiplying…
Unravel the mystery
of life never dying.

See Kingdoms
move before me~
on hand
and knee.

Follow the gold road
among the flock.
Forever leaning
upon the Rock~

 

© Sonya Rose

Beautiful Swinger

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

Dance for me.

Move your spirit~

towards the light so I can see:

A person of art, indefinite.

Taking flight,

past a dimension into song…

discover a heavenly sight.

No sense of time among

God. Take my hand.

I will show you

how much I understand.

You are always true,

dancing in my heart.

Shine, beautiful one,

you have been given a start.

Silent steps in the sun…

tip-toe across space

into endless serenity.

From an eternal race,

magic sweeps into creativity.

Energy beyond

time,

wavelengths correspond

with the most beautiful rhyme.

Keep listening

to the high and low notes;

Each balance as you swing.

Your beauty floats.

 

© Sonya Rose

I am

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

I came in summer
to see some friends
I left my home
with no amends
My green eyes roam
through people and
places…Stop~
laughing and crying

My emotions run
lying, dying…
Who’s the empty sun?

A black hole chain
and I’m on top
far from insane

I hear a distant drummer
beating his heart in hand
Listen to slamming sound
rocking over his land
My music is bound
to a better world
Time, here I am

I came late in summer
just to break those chains
that link to nothing
No more tracks, so stop the trains
through my brain…Stop this thing
Oh, please…these eyes
come closer
Stop me now.

My emotions run
lying…dying
I’m the empty sun

A black hole chain
Once again, I’m on top
I can’t refrain
from a better world

I came in summer
just to flee from attack
who wants me more?
Will I ever go back
to a life of horror?
Hit pause, not run

Yeah, here I am
In summertime

A black hole chain
he’s lying, dying
A black hole chain
my song, now silent…
Happy in a better world

A black hole chain
I smile in silence
A black hole chain
and looks like
Rain
in a better world
a storm in silence
I’m in this better world~

I met you in a ring
one crowded night
I heard thundering
no storm in sight

Your eyes I wonder…
slowly talk with you
See my soul is true
Now, so many days…
Time, here I am
So, smile at me
Here I am

There you are
Now, everyday
Smiling back at me~
Smiling at me

 

© Sonya Rose

Letter to a Flying Queen: Sylvia Plath

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

In Celebration of National Poetry Month: April 2007, I had written a letter to American Poet Sylvia Plath—from here to the afterlife titled “Letter to a Flying Queen”:


Dear Sylvia,

What does an average woman talk about? What does it say about me when I’m strangely fascinated with your life? You are the Queen in the mirror flying; tumbling down heaven’s staircase is your crown, before my feet. Are you speaking finally to God? What does he say about the war? I am on this empty road together with my brothers and sisters with heavyhearted fears. I am disturbed; I am writing our pain where dreams are realized and suddenly destroyed. The rest of my letters are in a place called “nowhere”, my mind. There were others, too, who shot the blood out of my head, ripped my heart out with their hands. There is no stopping pain. It flew once through your veins; it flows now through mine and the living world.

Oh, what is “Daddy” like? Is he God? Was he disturbed as you were once with the world the way it came to pass? Why didn’t He stop you (from taking your life …) from writing more? Hey, did you know you won a Pulitzer Prize? Why weren’t you honored sooner while you lived? What is it like on the other side of life? Intense? Can you ever love too much without dying?

Well, I must get out of these sleeping clothes, out of my restless dreams, into the disorder of poetic order never to make sense.

Poet to Poet,
Sonya Rose

 

Letter to a Flying Queen “Sylvia Plath” by Sonya Rose {poetry video on YouTube}


Note: What I admire most about Sylvia she did live her life to the extreme, and had an intense passion for life.

Spaces Between

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

dreams encounter
an overlapping period
of space

 

© Sonya Rose

dancing dandelions

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

i walked past…

my elementary school…

traveled through a girl and boy

classmates from the start…

the boy who I kissed

in the future….

turned around……..

to follow me…………………

onto the road to higher learning;

i am older now he sees……..

and the day is closing…

i am ice-skating…….

spinning around so much,

almost dizzy now days,

afraid of falling…

not, the boy…

man in his thirties

watched me…

as i told him to pray

for the Super natural…

and Two……….

other Things

perhaps…..

Time and US

not really sure…

as I woke…

from a dream…

and forgot its ending…

my left wrist is hurting

this past Sunday

morning

i am told on the highway

my industrious perseverance

will carry me to my goal

and i will receive recognition

for my work well done

it is the success…

after inexplicable delays

i can’t get discouraged

or become indiscreet……..

for winter will come again soon

and i will not freeze……………

next to the ice-laden trees

the white in the black

the light in a dream

 

© Sonya Rose

Rose’s Window

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

down the escalator……..

with business and love

to reach someone…..

in the old war park…

this someone……….

has no reward…..

for hard work or skill

he is there to escape…..

his problems and stress…….

we deliberately scare ourselves
so please bring—back to control….

our security level, she is a symbol……..

of success in a circle … any figure………

of five lines, he walks with the goddess……

head underground—speaks of the forgotten

Star Wars … i have heard under my sleep

of the five roads, provinces, paths………

of earth, air, fire, water, spirit………….

of generosity, courtesy, chivalry….

piety, no men rode; the planes

not one man, not the someone

i am seeking … that someone

is a folk symbol, when hundreds

thousands of innocent people

are vanishing … the all fearing…
this is a portion of life’s journey.

watching the planes without a beginning

or an end … remain still, almost perfect

…….the council; perhaps, i will begin

striking upwards … the phone rings

…and i answer quietly … the man

…on the other line… says…

sit … is not safe in the place…….

tonight…i wonder who he is meaning

to talk to … meantime, i am packing

up a computer and a fishbowl…….

….for a famous blonde’s fishes

she left Shiseido perfume

…and i was wondering

if i should take it along

for the ride; she is leaving

…with a few girls and a man

who guards her…………..

but cannot be fully trusted
and they leave without me….

strange … no one to call

… i am on my own

victim in disguise…

the soon to be, slave

is leaving for the market

it’s horrible … is she dieting?

this is how she rose to the top….

the man who calls for her to come is

secretly in love with her,…………..

totally, i can see a way out…

what’s a good time to go?

right now … he says

….H.B……

you want……

out? … you want

…to remember

my name………..

can you give me..

a minute……………..

he may be all talk

February’s payback.

 

© Sonya Rose

z.h.o.u.l.

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

Running

To get BY…

don’t you want…

to be like me?

he says……

The Explorer with

Circus faces…

^civil

Came

and left

whizzing

on some…

planet…………

…getting something

across the hall….
an apparition
girls getting

thrown…

in operation

my friend

is screaming

help!……

as I…
fashionably
took this blog
for a spin…n

n..

z

hour

of

ur

love

 

© Sonya Rose

Beautiful Score

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

at Gramercy state park:

hE is waiting last

minute

to tell her…

Ted…would agree

with me

on this matter

everything is coming >>

the second edition

the fourth level…

did she Have any

kids by now?…

my mInd’s eye

becaMe engaged

to a certaiN EXTent

…the eye

of sugar kane

fades into white

with a little tear~

sheet … a twist of fate

 

© Sonya Rose

Deep Waters

November 18, 2007 § 2 Comments

I cannot explain

how the wind blows…

I only can feel…………………

touch the place where love goes.

I wonder what it would be like~

a story trapped in the sky

see the lines fall……

from heaven’s high………

These scattered messages…

…….can’t piece together my living space.

Close your eyes………………..

Do you see my face?

Smile………

My soul

is not far…

from this place…

 

© Sonya Rose

Verwet

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

blame the train……

without wheels


no dust,

(no dust, no dust)

no getting home today

so you’re a loner…

with your experiences

underground………………

magnetically inclined

to a place you wish

not to go……..

but you have to now

at the speed of sound…

lift away from the lies……

if you must,…………………

try to keep from dying


do not fear the dogs

they’re powerful friends

and it’s raining.

the truth

does blog

 

© Sonya Rose

Secret Kiss

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

notice a hero?
the hero……………..

of an unusual past,…….
a child brought up

in isolation
can he prove

himself
as a dad…

 

through

some sign
…in the stars?

 

he is afraid
and in danger
he is suffering…
harm………………..
he is called…
to follow
his quest…
where

our paths

 

will…
or

have

crossed…
he did not

choose………
the adventure,
it chose him…
so he seeks
something
or someone
who has been
lost…or stolen
perhaps it is me
and the ring…
he refuses
to surrender
this hero’s way
is not clear to him…
he is taking a detour
to solve the riddle
of us……………..
he is filled…
with dangers,
lonliness,………..
and temptation
women
far away…
he goes
seeks

 

information
his guide

 

can only help
to a certain point
then the guide
is gone
he suffers.
wounded-
to his
descent
he dreads
waking …
physical
emotional
hell…
his death
is a rebirth
maturity…
changes him
in a such a way
achievement
of the goal
that’s tangible
is spiritual…
growth is more
important
than anything….
one night, we met
while i was sleeping…
he asked for my protection,
guidance, and knowledge…
so, i gave him all of me,
a secret kiss-
my life…

 

 

© Sonya Rose

 

The West Galley

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

An unknown artist

sinks into space, plays

with a futurist…

sultry, dusty days.

Sailing with a gas stick,

fragrant firestone,

air arithmetic,

he dreams the unknown.

Waiting for the call…

float and water etch-

information wall,

the artist would sketch-

Image: vessel craft

pulsating in sky,

…to display a draft,

naked human eye.

One final earth breath,

the work done at best.

Secrets: Warship death

lost in solar quest.

 

© Sonya Rose

a threat

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

from the east,…
the sixth project is riSING
she cannoT lead us

tO the tRuth
…to bEAuty
her PerfecT ideals…

she needs enligHtEned
hides under covers
loSE-calls, CommiTted
message abOaRd
message One,

he gave her
nothing
no Fancy cars
heaTed mEssages
triviaL…
insubstantial
she has an uncanny
ability to rEad
MINDS
how

she coMe-
Up with that…
i STarted
to ask mysElf

what is The…

i am tired if…

Doesn’t It work

maybe,…

E’s relaying to uS

twelve Or so

beginningS…
over
Again

we are

sTumped
Under pressure
pretty sTrong
emotions

over time…
A vessel
academy

He was clearly
hitting on her
she doesn’t…

make this Up
he’s out to get

something
he NeeDs…
think thE otheR

should know this,
he says,
because

she’s a friendly
kind of character
he’s right…
and I already know…
call me the third eye
something
called the spirit

this takes over;

i could bloG
all day
with visions
don’t want to…
the woRld is callOUs
T-boNe…
it shapes you

into thinking
you’re nothing…

i Don’t…

like what i am

hearing
anymore….
the commitment
to stay on top
of things-
like

your existenCe
doeSn’t matter at all

I cannot fight
anymore
the wind
it’s so Strong

at Times
i cannot move
embRaced by the cOld
and wet currents, tuNnels of
trails and tribulations
i hope help is on the way
soon…

this is a breakfast-
club kind of feel…
G

 

© Sonya Rose

Piano Strings

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

When
the lines
fall
from
our minds,
we drift
inward
into
the lands
we explored
as children.

 

© Sonya Rose

Heart’s Abyss

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

The sun pours with honey,

spread on a bed of rays.

Nature is moved before me

in God’s guided ways.

Let’s swim in the moon’s sea;

slide through the Milky Way…

Our hearts of a brilliant hue

lead yet another risky pursue.

Out of my soul … a spring…

My spirit knows

commitment, a covenant ring-

hides where wind forever blows.

Cover me in an eternal stream…

Hold my exploring eyes.

I feel your heart burning

in scarlet skies turning.

You speak of an awaited sunrise,

the language of my heart,

way above the earth, rhapsodize;

I sense your soul, my counterpart.

Never is there a love that dies,

a playful gift from the start…

I see our bodies drop to the ground-

Sing for me … an amazing sound.

 

© Sonya Rose

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