hap rochelle Poems

sketch me as I am
with wide blue eyes
and brooding stare
a tumbler full of sorrow
...

menacingly crouched
among the moldy angels,
the crypt looms
out of the cemetery fog
...

my aging heart recalls
yesterday's echoes..
the distant rumblings
of a life that was, of
...

the power shift
in their relationship
was obvious
when he gazed into
...

ancient fears rear
when we step into the dark

there's smudged charcoal
...

shadows deepened
as winter crept across
the frozen landscape
of his heart
...

the faded blanket
old and frayed
but clean and
folded lovingly
...

I had a dream of spring
it was filled with
love and hate
birth and death
...

touching...
fingertips feel
her every curve
and cave
...