A painting with blue hues Portrays a stone buddha in all his glory Serenity, tranquility, contentment The expression not unknown A show of benevolence And it’s me, who looks at this visage Reaching for, wishing for Who knows what? Maybe the peace reflected Maybe it’s…

“Babbles” I often feel like I babble about absolutely nothing and what I say holds no weight because no one’s listening anyway but if they did, they may just find that within my babbles are my state of mind, always wandering, always spinning, always changing…

In moments. Transient or stretched lives. Solicited or unsolicited drives. Flashes from the deep. Sparks from the shallow. Into varied spaces. Recorded by mortals. Through spirited transformations. Into forms. Into worlds. All parties step on it. Light. And. Heavy. They ascend.   Death prowls still….

The lion heart giving you niceness The Lion heart giving you happiness The lion heart is teaching you greatness The lion heart is establishing peace The Lion heart is the best Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)

Being observed, by one eye or a billion confers the same feeling- the mingling opposites of paranoia and power, of being compelled to behave and to make a show of rebellion, of being admired and judged. and humiliated. Observing is not much different, just a…

(for hour 14—imaginary children prompt for Onweald)   Sinder, Rohf, and Cahla   They play so well together A trio Held together by a triangle of connection Sinder, the adopted dragon child, the oldest and least coordinated for a household with so many walls and…

They fell in love. As with all good fiction they fell in love at first sight. It was the purest love with all the vengeance and spite hell could muster. A love of hate and wrath and evil deeds; but boundless, indescribable love nonetheless. Each…

You were the child I never had We connected as you made me sick You were small, but I felt you You were athletic I knew when you were gone By the internal quiet I felt The ultrasound confirmed What I already knew I never…

He delights in wild roses inhaling their fragrance, feeling the petals pass through his fingers as they fall.

No sprinkles Icing thick Swirling around   Ribbed coats Pulled gently Dropped down   Several mouthfuls Breathing hard Eyes closed   Licking fingers Making sure Wanting another