Traveling to the little green store Our two-wheelers with hand-bar tassels Several coins eager and safe in pockets   Dropping bikes near the entrance There is little worry of thievery Our mission in sight we charge inside   The cooler holds my bottle of Yoo-Hoo…

Life the unsung song Life the uncertain future Life the unforgettable force Life the natural way Life the mysterious man Life drifts pass us Life the great way forward Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)

Twins in the garden Born this spring Tunneling with Mum Under the barn   Out on their own One at a time Impossible to know They were sibs   Well and bouncy Soft autumn brown Munching on new Green summer grass   Tempted to name…

A warm sunny day, with a walk in the backyard. We collect — the petals from red roses, the new lime green leaves from off of a trumpet vine, a collection of clippings from the lawn. Bring out the crayons, to color in the sky,…

I look into the night An abyss and a revelation later, A vision dawns over the cityscape of dust The particles of the universe begin to shine through. As i wait at the bus stop that morning, Light wedges its way out of me Until…

in terms of design I describe my sadness Skyscraper high head into the clouds sifting through self to feel more besides needle prick pain I want to feel something now stress spreads me thin and my patience short Periwinkle dreams are the only things keeping…

I am the river and I am the shore, uncertain and afloat Tumbling in the dark, and well They say I’m only twenty-five So how can I fall, when the sun has just arrived? It’s so bright, I should be able to see into the…

that late afternoon cloud refusing to boil up to a thunder storm or the jonquils near the front door every spring the tight little buds turn brown and wither or the one misshapened button on my red blouse, the one loose shingle on the neighbor’s…

Long after you were gone I still policed myself  To fit your expectations. I couldn’t  Shake the feeling that this was another test.    So I behaved and repressed so I  Wouldn’t have to feel your wrath –  Long after it was clear you weren’t…

Invisibles   No, we do not walk alone There are invisibles walking with us Friends or foes, they’re there —they really are When you’re spared from the jaws of death You’re only a hairline from its snap And the snare fails to have you trapped…