Author Archives: rosross

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.

The Flood

They’ve taken down the shining light, and the river, has returned to its blackened, hidden self. In that place of dreams, night beds down, slow forgetting tides and flow, calling to the darkness, arched as innocent surrender, true to sightless possibility, nothing seen, just … Continue reading

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The End

Seconds break from ocean of time, sculling through foaming minutes, dragging waves of sodden hours, thundering into dropped days as they wash upon life’s sandy feet; crumbled careering of bubbled beginnings, and frothing ends, those months, years and decades which … Continue reading

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Bend

Bend the scent of sanity, stitch the sail of time, surrender the archaic; trip the soul sublime. Scan the vivid moment, heat the pot of joy, slice the sliver carefully; cherish life as toy. Follow in the calling, let the … Continue reading

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Bend

Bend the scent of sanity, stitch the sail of time, surrender the archaic; trip the soul sublime. Scan the vivid moment, heat the pot of joy, slice the sliver carefully; cherish life as toy. Follow in the calling, let the … Continue reading

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Rain

Rain roils like fire in flaming torrents, sucking in the air, devouring vision, thundering crackle, consuming distance, sodden smoking of nature’s breath; so do the heavens serenade the sighing soil, drenching barren fear, sluicing away the doubts of dying season, … Continue reading

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Word

The words contain the images, of memories profound, slow written through the pages which life bestows around, the separating minutes, the seconds in slow drip, divided into days then months, as fallow years do slip; forgetting all the dreams, and … Continue reading

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Hooded

Hooded self describing, huddled on cold shores, dark horizon distant; pebbled mind perforce. Twinned in all displacing, gripped by fevered hand, bird of grief defacing; silently we stand. So my alter ego calls, draws soul to her side, lures me … Continue reading

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