The blank page smiles sadly as it waits
Waits for some poetry or a story
Words not written, it rails against the fates
Blank, it waits for the tale to glory
Alone, it waits for its author to write
How long can the page go on being blank
Tick, tock, time files as it waits for a knight
Forgotten, the rotted page lies thankless
Then, one drizzly day the writer sits down
And puts pen to the page; a tale unfolds
Life has taken hold. In words it now drowns
A glorious story now fills its soul
Just a reminder to remember page
And quench its thirst for words that do assuage
Kelly Rose
© May 29, 2026
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC
The past clouds the mind
And it’s a struggle
To see past the distortion
And dysfunction
To see –
Well, to see me
Moments of clarity
Are the blessing
I attempt to embrace
To see –
Well, to see me and you
Kelly Rose
© May 27, 2026
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 4:38 AM UTC
I sit amidst the chaos
That is my life
While, sipping fragrant tea
In a delicate china tea cup
As I ponder how to untangle
Myself from this quagmire of life
Though my life does not lie in ruins
I do get dusty from wading
Through broken dreams and illusions
Of the past.
I do look forward to that moment
I will shower off the murky past
And non-existent future
So I may sit in the present
With no worries about the
Utterly flawed future
I sit amidst the chaos
That is my life
While, sipping fragrant tea
In a delicate china tea cup
As I try to solve
The riddle of that annoying
Age old question of
“How did I get here?”
Kelly Rose
© April 16, 2026
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC
I was surprised by the alluring scent
May smiled. “You're late – you almost missed tea
I rolled my eyes. “It was 4, wasn't it?
“Jack and Jill will be here, such a cute pair”
“Jack and Jill, humm, will they really be there?”
“Of course,” May said. “They are bringing the wood.”
Tom scoffed. “They're not here? Who will bring the wood?”
May smiled dreamily, “I love wood scent.”
I scoffed. “I'm here, will they even be there?”
“Of course,” May said. “They would never miss tea.”
“Don't like them,” Tom said. “A most horrid pair.”
“You chose someone else, Glory, wasn't it?”
“Jill chose him. What could I do about it?”
“She looked for you, but you just weren't there.”
“I was late because she wanted those pears.”
Tom huffed. “No one needs or wants your two cents.”
“Don't be rude,” May said. “You'll ruin our tea.”
“Check your cell. Have Jack and Jill got the wood?”
“Is that all you can think about? The wood?”
“It was your job to get wood, wasn't it”
“No!” I stated. “I'm all about the tea.”
“Ha, Ha,” May said, “You really are out there.”
“I've got all that tea that Demitry sent.”
“Yeah, two years ago. You ****** as a pair”
“We were a couple, not some weird bird pair.”
“I'd do anything for love, yes I would.”
“Liar! May, you hocked the ring Alex sent”
“He broke my heart, I just couldn't keep it.”
I laughed. “You don't keep the ring, it was theirs.”
“I don't...let's just concentrate on our tea.”
“No more,” I groaned. “No more talk about tea.”
“You and that guy were never a good pair.”
“What would you know? You weren't even there.”
“I won't wait for them, even though you would.”
Fist clenched. “Did you ******* sabotage it?”
“Stop! Everyone knows tea is heaven sent.”
You cannot have pears with tea, but you would
even though they're late, tea, it's heaven sent
Kelly Rose
(c) May 3, 2025
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
Have I said too much?
Crossing lines, I didn’t know existed
Nothing controversial, just a little
Bit out there
A shake of the head
And the curtain falls
Shut out behind some opaque veil
More impenetrable than steel
Have I said too much?
Have you ever felt betrayed by a song
Mondegreen, what a cold *****
One line misheard, and now the
Song no longer makes sense
Or maybe too much sense.
All comfort has flown and
I’m left – wondering if
I said too much.
(C) November 28, 2025
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 10:19 AM UTC
For me the sestina is a perfect way to tell a story.
This is a wedding rehearsal dinner told from different points of view.
The rehearsal dinner
Father of the Bride
God, she’s beautiful. My poor blind baby
Girl. She thinks he is some kind of white knight
Tomorrow will be the blackest of days
Married to a gold digger. No more time
No, the thought…Tomorrow will be his last
Lost her to a cur. Pain colors me blue
Maid of Honor
Oh my God, he has gorgeous eyes of blue
What he sees in her, ug! She’s a baby
She’s kidding herself, this will never last
She’s so gullible. Yeah – he works nights
Like the night he’ll have with me, our last time
On to the next, tomorrow’s a new day
Groom’s Mother
What a farce! Tomorrow is a wasted day
A loveless marriage is living life blue
This smile hurts. Unfortunately time’s
Run out. She’s gotta be knocked up – poor baby
But we need the money; right now, this night
**** how much longer can this agony last
Best Man
He’s such a man whore. No way will this last
Getting married is just another day
She needs to be saved. I would be her knight
If she were mine, her life would not be blue
She’s perfect. If only she were my baby
It should be us. If only there was time
Groom
Too bad she’s not the bride, she’s a good time
God, how much longer can this dinner last
At least her friends are hot, oh yeah baby
I don’t know how I’ll get through this long day
Marriage, ick, man I’m crying the **** blues
I’m gonna bang the bridesmaid all through the night
Bride
Oh my God, he’s mine, my shining white knight
I’ll love him always, until the end of time
He’s so perfect - I’ll never sing the blues
He’s my first, my only, he’ll be my last
My wedding will be the most perfect day
Perfect, I can’t wait to have his baby
Envoi
He’s no white knight and she is such a baby
She’s doomed to sing the blues, while he’ll be caught time after time
At long last, the day will end
Kelly Rose
(c) 2/27/2026
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC
A mask dangled from her fingers
She wondered who she’d be today
A soft sigh of sadness lingers
The mask dangled from her fingers
She knew not herself – to her dismay
Who knew the price she’d have to pay?
A mask dangled from her fingers
She wondered who she’d be today
Kelly Rose
© May 20, 2020
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
The moon’s pale light caresses me
My desire wakes by the moon’s glow
Dreaming under the Willow tree
The moon’s pale light caresses me
Passion is ignited and set free
Dark lust leaves me feeling ******
I dream of him in naughty glee
My desire wakes by the moon’s glow
Kelly Rose
© April 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
I don’t need sugar or vinegar to
Entice you to drink my cup of poison
I am a savior, a black widow, who
Lures you to my dark web, disguised as the sun
I am a chameleon who changes
To satisfy every need, until you
Can’t live without me, no matter how strange
You’re my new toy. I will give you no clue
To the pain I will inflict with pleasure
Not only will you love my deadly poison
You will crave its taste as if it’s treasure
Yes, your pain pleases me beyond reason
So, come and taste my darkness, it will be
Beyond imagination. You will see!
Kelly Rose
© March 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Heart heavy
The endless struggle
Thy Will ravaged
All control lost
Languishing
While life slips away
Kelly Rose
© March 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC