Kid at the Playground

He’s a frustrated ball of ‘I want something’.He’s wriggling like an earthworm outside of soil.As soon as mommy puts him down, he goes right back to the merry go round and climbs to the very top.Oh the thrill.His soul wants the thrill of being human.Let him have it.

We Are Gifts

Our very presence is a gift to the universe. You are a gift. I am a gift. The Earth is a gift. How do gifts treat each other? With abundance.

Birthdays and Balloons

We are the victims of a slowly dying herd of balloons.Major birthdays call for major excesses…Balloons now wander through the house, underfoot, poofing up in your face now and then.The cat would like to eat the rubber end but try as she might…She did pop one and was not fazed.This herd of balloons is a

Outside Self and Inside Self

My outside self was there when I needed her.Which was almost all the time.They demanded a self in their image if I was to survive with them.My inside self sustained me.My inside self allowed me to be me.In nature, with my kitties, in my alone time, writing and making art.My outside self was built around

Beltaine

Drink the magic potionFind your fire withinLive in the joy of your soul That’s what it’s all about. Mating in the grassesSwimming in the mushroomsJumping over the fire Clean out the Winter to make room for the Summer. Divine Union withinThe Heart and the MindThe Earth and the Sky New Life comes from Blending.

In My Heart (part 3)

You called her an old soulbut to me you said you’d never opened yourself to someone that much before. You said you’d wanted to drop me off on the Michigan Bridge and leave me there, but your pet name for me was Jonna. You wouldn’t let me read your book,You took me out for dinner,You

Remember When

Remember when…I used to write poetry Remember when…I talked to my twin flame… I danced because I had to I lived half in other realms I miss those days… I told myself fiercely,I would never grow upand out of them. So I’m coming back,wading through swampsand hacking at the underbrush.Here I come! Where are you

Winter Night

It’s awesome out tonight…Icey snow crunches under my boots…Fresh, crisp air makes me gasp…The horizon hints of orange…My puppy pulls me along on the leash, quite sure I’ll never find the way without her…The wind whispers,moans,sighs,groans…Like it always does…It whips my hair and leaves me breathless…The darkness gathers around me, and pulls me into itself…I

Wait and See

His words scratch at the inside of the hollow clay container of my heart,I feel too empty to appreciate them,So they sound like scratching.The work I do fills me up andEmpties me again and again.Sometimes it empties me more than it fills me.So I have to fill myself in other ways.And I wonder if I

Surrender to Love

I surrender open to love,Even though I might lose it…This love opens me,This love weighs heavily on me,Pressing me to open –It is inescapable, this Love.It is all around,In everything,And now,In me… May 2017Copyright Monica Rose