Roger A. Rose Poems

I lay on my back, gazing at the majesty of the ebony sky;
playing connect-the-dots with the silver spots,
drawing pictures with my mind.
Clouds whisk by, sculpted by unseen winds in whimsy,
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It was in the Dead of Winter I saw them,
glowing under deep fallen snow.
Eerie fluorescence showing supernatural.
Strange lights somehow comforting,
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April 19,1995


At the morning table I view my world
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We watched him in the stark room.
Our vigil.
Mother stayed through the day,
we by night.
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I remembered the first of the days,
when Mama dragged me by the hand,
heel-dug in the gravel of the playground;
into the unknown.
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O the damned white of winters cloak
and the biting winds of 'Northers soak
into the skin and into deepest soul
of those who brave the coldest howl
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The thought came to me as I contemplated
my rapidly advancing years; my three-score
and ten very soon to be upon me.
I thought: The old dog still can bark; the old
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The New Year slipped in,
I was reading and didn't feel.
My Love was asleep upstairs
and the house was still.
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Remember the long days
of endless summer.
How we passed from childhood
to arrogant youth?
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Ol' Mabel ain't purty and it's such a pity,
she was just perfect in her younger days.
Now she's old and she's tired and just sits in the yard.
prob'ly I done used her just a little too hard.
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