Poems By Lynn Morgan Rosser
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From The Collection:
In The Womb of The World © 2007: |
(Artwork ©2007: Aram Rosser) |
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 You slipped into the womb
You slipped into the womb
Like a thief
And stole my innermost joy
When you were born
You gave it back to me
Multiplied
Into galaxies
And all the worlds of
Impenetrable Being
Lined up like pearls
That became your teeth
The dimples on your cheeks
Were ripples in gravity
The curvature of time and space
The bow of your mouth
The point of your chin
The arch of your brows
The crow crinkle and twinkle
Of eyes like wide windowed universes
Filled with stars and wonder
My baby, my baby
If ever I doubt
There is your smile
Like the birth of suns
 Prayer Flag
(Sea Poem II)
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After The First Pain
After the first pain
Shock
Numbness
Unreality
This is all a dream
Illusion
A startled breath
A feeling of swimming
From a great drowning depth
I'll wake up and it will all be okay
Mist dissolved by light of day
But the only waking up
From this dream
Is to be dead -
So I live
Hoping I'm as strong
As I need to be
As you need me to be
As I am
I hold lives in my hands
So small
Their needs more
Important
Than mine
And that is the secret
To getting out of bed
Hope
Hope rests like a snail shell In my hand
A spiral of growth
Any growth
Is precious
And worth
The blood -
Hope
The antidote
To the void
Keeps my heart
In my chest
And beating
Drop by drop
It whispers
"Where there is yet life,
Where there is yet love…"
Hope rests in
The Hand of God
Where I have placed him
My little shell
My offering
That he may never be alone
That he may always find
His way
Home.
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In The Silence In the silence
A purple wound
Bleeds
Loss and fear
Turn liquid black
And drip down my chest
A subtle poison
It bends my back
Adds age to my face
And hands
Constricts my throat
With soundless tearing
There are no mortal words
Not 'agony'
Not 'pain'
Nothing explains the
Intensity
Not even 'grief'
Or 'birth'
One must speak with
The tongues of Angels
To know how to express
The express-less
One must be God
To put language to
Such a hurt
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Yet seeing the bright eyes
Eclipsed
Shadowed
Brilliance
Shining
Only
Around
The
Edges
What mountain must I move?
Can I heave the shadow of Earth
From the path of the sun
To have radiance burst forth
That the world may see
The light-filled face
Of my son?
What ocean must I drain
To hear his voice
Speak
And call my name?
What star must I pluck from the sky
To see him shine?
To hear his thoughts
Flicker and glow
Flashing from his small mouth
A stream of comet commentary
Trailing through the dark
What word is too small?
(In the silence)
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Companion Smooth stone (created from the Write Your Heart Exercise 1)
© 2009 Lynn Morgan Rosser |
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