I am a collective
an ongoing collaboration
a group enterprise

I revel in my diversity
sit in its lap
while being carefully groomed

Nothing becomes me
like agreement among friends
Nothing fills my sails
like the wind of good company

When all my words
are stilled
when every breath is drawn
then you might come near

When every tale is told
and when myth
becomes gossip among friends
then
and only then
will I willingly depart.

That's the day,
friends,
when we all meet
on that distant shore,
when sweetness dissolves
into the dark.

I have one foot
in the beyond already.
My ticket is punched
my resolve unmatched.

Give me your hand, my friend,
in good cheer
for nothing now will leave us bereft.

Never yet alone
never yet divorced from grace.

Amen.

Spring is here? It’s hard to tell
No changing seasons where I live
Just hot and humid, a living hell
Spring is here? It’s hard to tell
Endless summer leaves my joy felled
Drowning my sorrows with Zinfandel
(lamenting)
Spring is here? It’s hard to tell
No changing seasons where I live*

Kelly Rose
© March 23, 2017

Utterly enchanted 'neath
  mesmerizing constellations,
as an entranced blue moon
    swoons over sparkling
           celestial diamonds,
cello's were eloquently playing
  serenading starry stratospheres  
     within an endearing melody
           and milky ways of poetry,
simultaneously syncopating
   strumming pizzicato heartstrings,
tuning our harmonious passages
      of rhythm and rhyme 'pon
apricot mist sunset horizons &
   seraphic skies rendered of
          lapis lazuli sunrise grandeur

There's something so very beautiful about the rain
At times it helps you forget about the pain
It stirs up the soul
Brings back so many memories
The first drop slowly trickling down your skin...
...Almost teasing you..
....Such a sensual feeling
How it washes away the dirt of the soul
Almost absolves you of your sins
It brings about an unseen freshness
The sight of raindrops falling from leaves is so arousing
The calmness after a heavy shower is haunting
And then you can sense it...
...The strong intoxicating smell of the earth spreading all around
The rain-soaked birds flapping their feathers
...Nature has left its traces all around
You can't help but marvel at the beauty of it
Forget about the world....
...Close your eyes and simply take in the magnificence of nature
And then as you sip your cup of tea...
And it rains again...
....and as you sit and look out of your window
Who knows when inspiration might strike you

'estimate: 443.000 people die prematurely from tobacco abuse'
i read from the crumpled cardboard box which holds the rest of the deadly weapons i often oscillate with *****.

grey ashes flutter around,
smoke in the atmosphere fades into the fumes of cars,
my eyes water
is it because of fog or cries?

i take a deep, long drag;
my mouth utters an inaudible chuckle,
tears burn my cheeks, i mumble shrieks.

sadness overflows my surroundings,
everything turns blue,
streetlights,
billboards,
faces;
rain floods my shoes.

wrenched in cold and shivering,
i wonder,
how many whom are stuck with the repulsive vice
deeply desire to die prematurely
because of some gloomy eyes.