Mrs. Rosen, that was a brave thing to do.
You saved the preacher when he couldn’t get through.
While under water, you disregarded your own safety.
You pulled that heavy door off of him and he got free.
That was the most courageous thing without a doubt.
It was too bad that your heart gave out.
Everyone in the theater wanted you to survive.
Six, including your husband, managed to get out alive.
While the capsized ship managed to stay afloat,
the survivors got out through the bottom of the boat.
Inspired by the 1972 film “The Poseidon Adventure”
Categories:
rosen, adventure, film,
Form: Rhyme
ROSEN BLUT
And when the final times had come
to be known by all,
as the doomsday rock
had set its way,
those who had seen its course
chose they must not remain in silence
but prophesy even about the end.
And people laughed and believed us not
until it showed as a star
into the morning sky.
And then they did say look
how many risings of the sun
have we left?
And the children did ask
how big can it be?
Then said the heralds, yea
even bigger than the sky.
Look!
This is what will end our time....
....and together will they rule
over the world
and all they that dwelled there-on
for the rest of its days
which were numbered and few.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet aka Ron Wilson ©
Categories:
rosen, philosophy,
Form: Epitaph
The odour of roses
Still lingers in icy air
In a fullmoon night
Snow left tracks on barren soil
Winter arrived too early
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Der Geruch nach Rosen
Liegt noch in eisiger Luft
In einer Vollmondnacht
Schnee lässt Spuren auf blankem Boden
Der Winter kam viel zu früh
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El odor de rosas
Aún se queda en aire helado
En una noche plenílunío
La nieve deja huellas en el suelo blanco
El invierno vino tan temprano
Categories:
rosen, nature
Form: Tanka
Strands of silver, tinsel fine,
Thin, flyaway,
Winged, widow’s peak
Widows’ weep
Bubba, Grandma, alone.
Up the dark tenement stairs
Cross tiny, tile squared floors
To the always open door…
Bubba, Grandma.
Aged, ageless, wiry, warm,
Open arms welcomed long tooth-grin
Gretel’s Grandma welcomes in.
Bubba, Ma.
Steel- spined, crow-eyed, soft skinned,
Gathered in, captured,
With the chicken bone.
The scent of ancient tomes,
Mothballed down comforters,
Brisket, kugel-noodle soup,
The feasts of Kings,
David and Solomon
Bubba, Grandma, Home?
Categories:
rosen, family
Form: Free verse