Short Rosy Cheeked Poems
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APRIL
a long time coming
she is rosy cheeked and chill
breath quite treacherous
fickle april of my dreams
fondest promise unfulfilled
I’ve seen a rosy-cheeked nobody
who was a star far more i
n her thrill at the chance met moment
than the jaded celebrity
who grimaced to give her autograph again.
Bundled up huddled up
and
rosy cheeked
my wooly-capped son and I
listen to the bell-runner's song
beneath a lowering sky
Ginger ‘s hair now grey, bragging
Impishly, how she had worn a mini
Never short of partners when
Going out until small hours dancing
Enjoying the infamy of being a rebel the
Rosy cheeked lady recalled yesteryear
Sleep
The violet purple sky above lay eyes to play with the sun
The darkened garnet green of the fields are for animals to seek and run
The warmest orange flame of a fire to sit beside when work is done
The smiling rosy cheeked woman to love when weary eyes are stung
And all is quiet in my world as sweet slumber rest does come
Form:
the sidewalks turn into rivers
soaking shoes that smack the concrete bottom.
rosy-cheeked and bleary-eyed
you stumble next to me,
but my steps are meticulous,
avoiding the writhing worms-
pinkish but corpse-gray on their deathbeds-
a public drowning.
I would stop and carry them to land,
but you would make an ugly face
and say cruel boy things.
so i sacrifice their lives
for another moment of peace.
Paris at Christmas
city of lights for a week
streets decorated
Eiffel Tower lit
like a Christmas tree aglow
tourists staring up
shoppers bustling crowds
bells ring; children caroling
joy is everywhere
rosy-cheeked Santas
wrapping presents with ribbon
in department stores
light sprinkle of snow
sleigh ride through the Tuileries
wrapped tight in blankets
Written December 5, 2022
Christmas wishes, mine, I’ll tell:
To gain nor lose anything else.
What others bring wrapped in bows,
Are only trinkets, I should know.
Instead souls, the fill the shelves.
Who asks for gems, whistles and bells,
Never felt the pang of death knells,
Nor heard the quiet when they go,
Christmas wishes.
Once a rosy-cheeked little elf,
Love lies cold in a narrow cell.
Hear the voices in the winds that blow,
From wither they have left to go.
To gain nor give, I ask myself,
Christmas wishes.