Composuist Alter(s)

swathes, Gin, gift of Fire-
orbs of steel, aromatics,
composuist, lip smiling, sigh,
new moonshine, her first try


she perceives, a must at least-
jump; charms, quizzes, time
at last, smelly cigarettes, stale
apparently real men drink ale


erasing dearheart, just any
short, lack of words, male
television, he and she swoon
dam, another friend, the loons


her knower, knows your only
as good as your lover pleases
even in her stasis, recognizes
his talents, amazes, & teases


reaches for her- in genuine like,
porcelain skin with bad guanine
politely asking her perception,
a reflection of dearheart, haunts


politely she declines, she rises
replaces her shoes, disappoints
mythical cures, not her ids dna's
again her love for dearheart, stays


clichés consolations crap; meant
to be's; mythical underneath another
will mend out the old. A task she
would not even try a fools ride,


sitting near the water, staying dry.
Again her sighs, glances at moon.
hoping against logic, her dearheart
leaves ration, loves her with passion.

How Again! dearheart

You know dearheart, I am coping, now.
Blue jean jacket, brought from mountain;
Getting back to a place, erasing scow (l).
Pain/hurts, finally some way to contain.


Still unable to put my heart to the plow.
Realizing again finally that I am plain.
Lost the same 20 pounds, not a sow.
Doses of reality hope a simile to sane.




Rejected? I live a very strange existence.
Your cargo baggy shorts, some hats, baths.
Healers with much assurance, persistence
come to my aid: look to alter my very paths.


Anxiety, calms learning a new sentence.
After glimpsing you, I'm "looking good" today,
they say. Stare at them thinking a pretense.
Could it be? Are you back together, they say.




Your clothes are like a hug when I'm lonely.
Fearing now, entering a one; way new life.
Your emails show far too many new & oddly,
?able conquests; dearheart returned to old strife.


You seem addicted to the dating internet serial gals.
All too much to develop any new trust.
Fear of all your new sexual internet pals.
For you some will be lucky, mostly lust.




Preparing my path, healers all inquired:
what do you want back, dearheart anyway.
Say, why can they not see why your desired?
At least by me? Obviously some flung sway.


dearheart, I am soothed in your clothing; acquired.
Confused? Not really a resounding motion.
Sitting in rhymes, dreaming of our love: paired.
Seeking focus. As I wait near the ocean.

My Suffering Sister

©Sharon Rose


Tears in my heart are for you.

Your worries have past: forever.

All of life changes; surreal too.

Know He answered; The Prayer.

 

Resolving all the fears; unknown.

You join our loving family; paired.

Under ‘The Tall Canopy’, all mown.

Heavens view is now fully shared.

 

“You see the water, every day,

-breezes of His Spirit, revealed.

all day, every day, all day.”

The Prayer; the one fate; sealed.

 

No horrors and fears, can ever reach.

Our dearest, youngest suffering sister.

She is so free at last; to rest at the beach.

Thank you for answering, we will miss her.

 

Just at first, then we will begin to think;

“You see the water, every day, all day,

every day, all day.” Our sadness will shrink.

We know The Prayer. You. Unwilling to stay.

 

You called Him, He came, our Dear Jesus!

Our God knew your suffrage, He married you

just the same. He sees us all in each season;

thankfully only His eyes have the true view.

 

Cheer us on from heavenly lofts, saving our tears.

A small way to say, our goodbyes these last days.

Returning together to The Tall Canopy with peers.

Feeling strangely aloof as God makes our ways.

It Was How?

©Sharon Rose


Wearing your clothes, a comfort.

For years I left your clothes as

You left them, hanging perfectly.

All the hangers facing one direction,

Coats all in one section, dress

clothes I donated, and you wore

your favorite suit. Sorry about the

Beard, it made your mother happy.

You never came to visit though. So

I knew you were happy. Sister did

know you were helping her, that

was nice of you. Amazing actually.  

         It was how I coped!

Buried under all your paperwork

And tissues from silent tears,

Forever vacuuming the washer

and dryer. Flakes everywhere for

a year. Some days laughing and

many days in tears. Quiet times

were many. Lonely times too.

Mostly I tried to be happy for

You because all your anxiety

And the roller coaster was at

a stop. Sad I was that still

sleep on your side of the bed.

         It was how I coped!

Comforting is how the old worn

sweatpants, old socks. Your girl

quit swimming. Quit college

for a year too. But, she was only

fifteen. She has time. Your clothes

were so comforting and a year

later I got through all the papers.

Learned to make coffee, your

computers died. You will be glad

to know that everyone else moved

on and stayed in remission. So we

dispersed the group. Moving on

all the survivors did well.

         It was how I coped!

Remembering your last days,

with only one regret, the silence

was deafening as you stopped eating

and talking. Disillusionment

set in as the ending was so

sudden and we never said

any goodbyes. Guess that

is the way sometime? A

hopeless romantic I was.

You have a beautiful spot

down by the water. No

matter what. God I miss all

the food we used to eat. And

never gained weight, always

thankful we were.

          It was how I coped!

Then it all ended. Later on

given a new group of single

women to teach, we did SALT.

That was another life altogether.

Lined up in a library group so

Many of the books that changed

us were included in helping others.

Immersed in works, having no life of

My own I made a misstep or so but,

nothing like when we were young.

Our girl got into college again and

It was difficult for her. And it costs

a lot. She is doing well although now

it is a struggle for her every semester

working full time, school debts go up

and up each year going by. Beautiful

she is now and I am old.

            It was how I coped!

You know what happen in the north

It just got worse, but it was out of our

hands. Our dear friends also did pass

sorry to say. Just so you know I still

have a few of your things. No one can

tell as they comfort me when I am

alone. Life is still difficult for me as

times are still the same. Still dealing

with prejudices of at least two sorts.

Probably three, always the same

poverty, racism and you know; being

different like me. How superior everyone

thinks they are. Wrap in your old sweatshirt!

               It is how I coped!

So maybe you were spared

it all. Remembering 911 with you and guess

what? Now the world is even more prejudiced,

if it is not ethnically then it is religion, morality,

just so full of hate. You and I would be

crying together every day over the news.

People are still blowing up stuff. Seems

to be no peace. Only mourning. Guess you can

see all now. Least without the emotional pain

we all suffer watching it all helpless and hopeless.

Knowing only He will change it all in His time.

This most likely will be the last time I write about

you except in reference. Keep cheering us all on

and keep helping your sister. You have your

mother all the time now so I know you are

happy. It is how I cope! Now you are;

Seeing the water all day. All day, every day.

              It was how I coped!  

Written as a long free verse in

Response to a poem I enjoyed

  “How It Is”

by Maxine W Kumin  

The Tall Canopy One Last Gift ©Sharon Rose

I

Many early heritages,

A place kept w/ care. In

a meadow with Fullness;

peace. Flowers grace/

blooms in spring. Branches

gnarly at every turn.

Fifty feet of height over

quiet restful grass. dears;

lie beneath rigid, stoic are

our writers, and pioneers,

artists, workers of His

righteousness all are

sleeping well among

oaks. Our dear loves.

The tall canopy first

met my eyes in the

whirlwind tour hosted

by my Beloved. Also

tall convincing, wooing

me to stay. You see the

water, every day all day;

every day, all day, you see

the water.

II

Under the canopy rest

newer sorts, some rich,

some poor, some not

rich nor poor. As they

gaze, listening closely

you will hear; “You see

the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.”

Some view! Heavenly

sights, no restraints,

travelers flying by;

above and below, “You

see the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.”

Gnarly branches reach out

Waving as winds move

leaves. Some hear, “You see

the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.” 

"You two boys better get

away from that water."

The dear was not ready.

 

III

Oh, the dear waited

and waited, all day long,

as He waited for dear

to decide when to meet

Him again. Calmly,

peacefully, He patiently

came back there,

time after time, until

dear was ready to

see the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.

Joining all who were

so obviously waiting.

Everyday one would

ask, "Are you ready?"

Dear; would say,"Not yet,

I will be there, soon. Don't 

rush me." Quietly dear

exhales and rejoins into

the young happy spirit

from whence; all forms

of life in this planet

find all life origins.

Things We Never Did. ©Sharon Rose

Hike to the bigger waterfalls.
Whitewater rafting.
Go to Phoenix together.
Visit Biltmore and have dinner there.
Experiment. Hand in hand.
Get facelifts together.
Workout in the new gym together.
Many adventures.
A few real train excursions!
Answered my emails in detail.
A live football game.
A live baseball game.
Stop and smell the roses
on our drives. Go fishing.
I guess you have closed your heart.
I am grateful for all the adventures!
Wished you would have just said:
anything you wanted, expressed in
words, details, like show me.
Read my poetry. Painted with me.
Try new churches together.
Go to better restaurants.
Waited longer so you could
have experienced someone doing
some travels for you. Taking you to
dinner, helping with some of the
expenses. Renting is such a waste.
We could have had a savings now.
Small I know but it would have existed.
Tried new targets, travelled to states
we had never seen. Created more
projects, hugged more, laughed more,
loved more, I was waiting for you.
I guess you were waiting for me.
How backward we both are?

Just For A Time...I Was Normal!

©Sharon Rose 

 

For a moment I was “normal”! A long period of joy, real joy. Life
had meaning again. My heart jumps, beating with yours. Life
seems worth living worth waking, breathing freshness, from
your smile. You just added meaning. Mornings, just going to
workout, sunshine, sunrises, sunsets, fresh air in the
Smokey’s, rising smoke fogs. Seeing your face and the light
in your eyes again! Hoping the best, so many things I wanted
to say. I did not. How could we ever “BE” again. You respected
me, for awhile. For a long time, I felt like I was “normal” thank
you for that. Thank-You for denying, ‘your fine’. Just that, was
so grand. If I shall pass before you I shall be your witness
in the heavens, shouting how glorious our short time together
was, just being us. No show, no pretentions, laughing, having
our toddies, just music & dancing around the house.
The beautiful decks watching the colors of the sky
changing season after season. The snow with fireplaces,
even the air mattress until we got a bed in. Little Gabby was
coyote bait and we did not even know. Poor thing, the laughing
so undignified out loud! So much fun, so little time!
All this time I felt like I was “normal”! All the miles we drove
to see all of our family. Other than the birth of my two children.
You should know that you made my life bearable for the
entire duration. So many words I wanted to express to you.
So many pleasures you let me experience! dearheart, you
will never know how wonderful it was just to be treated “normal”.
Respected and cared for like I was a real person. Too bad, someone
told you, you would never have changed. It is so sad now. I do not
want to get to know anyone new. Too old to care anymore.
Unless it is you. Just you to escort me places. I felt safe and
assured, confident, completely trusting another human on this
earth. Which is a first for me. I suppose the last, as I do not
venture out anymore. I no longer feel “normal”! I guess I am
not “normal” to you anymore. You were told, so there it was. A head
 injury has many names, some of them are scary.  Otherwise I am
healthy but, I could no longer BE “normal” ! No longer could we BE
ourselves. Because you are not normal either. Two healthy people
began to fail, in love, in life, back into the sad realities of this
world, no longer loving, being loved, caring was drifting away.
Rumors of pestilence, disease, and no longer was I the apple
of your eyes. No longer did you want to love me.
Apparently embarrassed by what useless others had to say about me.
That person never knew me, never even had a conversation. Not one
real conversation to know me, I heard their cries, whining,
complaining lies. Never did they meet me, Sharon Rose, assumed
they could believe what they thought they saw. Sometimes what you
think you see is not what you think. You cannot believe everything you
see, appearances are deceiving, just like jumping to conclusions.
I thank you for the “normal” life you gave me! It was the only one
I had ever gotten to live. I have lived many lives before in this world
and I really appreciate you and your generosity. I am actually
the person you met and fell so deeply in love with, when I am
allowed to be me. Which since you are the only person to have
met me and talked to me, there you have it. I love church as long as
they stick to the words of Him. I love people as they love others.
That is the best I can do, so now apparently I no longer can love.
I guess, I may never be “normal” again. Quietly I sit day after day,
the abnormal muse, to be tiptoed around because, no one really
knew me outside of one chapter of an old book they twenty or
thirty years ago. Thank you for our travels, sorry I was just a muse.
I was ‘normal’ walking on the beach looking at the lighthouse as the
dolphins played and played three feet from us in the inlet. Never
being that close to dolphins in the wild is such an experience!
Thank you for that normal day, thank you for all the museums, and
the art and the driving me All the places, plantations, parks, designing
the cabin and God’s view He had reserved just for us.
All quite amazing! Sharing with you all the sights, tastes of our travels.
The general population is of the belief that it is inappropriate to be so 
happy and happy is abnormal, so here we are.  Apart, lonely, of course 
you are not you have the dog. Their honeymoons were over lifetimes ago,
and spending lifetimes making sure those around them also have no 
smiles. Remembering a flashback in my working days, "I will see if I can 
wipe that smile off her face!" Of course unknown to them it took years 
of meds and blood work to get me back to me! Many times I had wished 
life was so easy as Prozac, for me at least. A long series of trials and errors
finally! Me, a little more happy than most, but it is me.  Do not be 
embarrassed, insisting that many will not notice. Well, apparently most of 
the world is only superficially smiling. Upon seeing the genuinely happy;
they are taken to spite as they let the honeymoon of life; loving God
and your true love, then our love for others; be over and resume an
oppressive life and oppressing those around them. How sad! Now
since you found the real me so repulsively happy; I am pleased
to report that you have indeed stolen the joy that took God eight years
to rebuild. You were our new beginnings so I thought.  Not
to worry, I see you trolling for your next joyful person so you may spread 
your disease of normal onto them and their family as well. I am sorry I 
took you home for Christmas, embarrassed I took you to the reunion, 
because you are missed. Instead of smiling in the mist of the lost, you 
took the gossip of the lost personally and let them like you and betray a 
trust we all thought we saw in you that you could love and learn to like 
them back. Smiling would have helped them all. They have been through 
so much! But, Thank you for your patience and that one perfect year you 
pretended to be someone I could love. When you choose to love someone
you choose to guard your hearts so others cannot interfere neither distract
you from loving God and your partner. It seems no one really gets the
verse at all. Thanks for the fairy tale. The end is killing me.
Love or betrayal, none of us will ever know the truth. Except you?          
Thank you, TJ Spackman. (Spacky)