Hiding…

So often I hide
all that is within me:
the passion, the tears,
the love, the fears.

To express feeling is to live
as well as to die.
Passion implodes
within my soul
demanding to be recognized
though nowhere to go.

It’s easier to hide
and pretend
that we fit
until our eyes
meet another
who does not wish
to hide.

And our soul
reaches out
hoping, praying
to be accepted.

Copyright Vallee Rose 2000

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Stillness

Clouds appear still til they float away;
a flower lays dormant til the birth of day.
Moon overhead hanging up in the sky
lighting the night til the time to say good-bye
as once more a day is born
and crickets are quiet as we begin the morn.
Breezes blow to wake the sun;
leaves dance… the day has begun.

Lights turn on in houses next door.
Here we go again always asking for more.
TV blares and car radios loud
as if people have to say: “Look at me Proud”.
Brains wiz with thoughts of a raise
putting my sentiments into a daze.
Where did the stillness lose its’ grip?
Was I mistaken and only took a trip?
So I quiet my mind and close my eyes.
Thank goodness the stillness is still inside.

Copyright Vallee Rose 2014

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The White Morning Dove

This was one of my favorite’s…..  just came to me as walking outside one morning.

What is this sadness I currently feel?
Is it the wars or am I in fear?
Could it be the the hunger and strife
Which so many today have begun to call life?
I walk through the grass as I hear the birds call,
clouds overhead, the rain begging to fall.
Oh how serene the day has begun;
I close my eyes to imagine the fun.
But behind these eyes of baby blue,
I no longer see peace that comes with morning dew.
Instead I travel to lands near and far
only to find my soul shaken and ajar.
It seems that man has encompassed the hate
rather than  what the Creator wished to be our fate.
We have the free will to choose good or bad;
so why choose the evil?  My feelings are mad!
My heart cries for the children who live without “home”;
no longer cries of joy, one hears only the moan.
The battles of war fought under the sun
are beginning to promise that our world is done.
I came here to cherish, bring faith, hope and love.
I circle the Earth as a white morning dove.
But now all I feel is sadness and gloom;
I am so afraid this is our doom.
So what is this sadness I currently feel?
It is the cries for hope and the love to heal.

Copyright Vallee Rose 2014

 

Last Night’s Rain

Pebbles illuminating
last night’s rain.
Purples and shades of yellow
stretching their blossoms
to greet the
morning sun.
Iridescent greens
blanketing the landscape
inviting bare toes
to come and play;
reminding us of the joy;
recalling days of innocence;
recognizing our separation
from love,
and placing us back into
bliss.

Copy right Vallee Rose 2016

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Returning to the Light

I used to write hundreds of poems and posted in a site called poetry.com.  I started writing at age 10.  Recently people have been perusing those poems again so thought I would share one today….

The fears we hold, you cannot sleep.
You toss and turn slipping into the deep….
abyss in your mind as you think and despair
when in truth you only need to repair…
those joys of knowing the Giver of Life,
the One and only who takes away strife.

And yet you dwell in the hell you make
worshiping those gods that are truly fake.
For how can we know our Creator, our Light
until we let go and walk into our night…
the dark of our souls, the pit of our hearts.

Yet once we reach those, we can truly start
to remember our place, that life isn’t a race
but a time to breathe, a time to be relieved,
a time to remember the webs we weave
as we walk our journey through that last night
and into the only true thing….  our Light.

Copyright Material Vallee Rose 2016

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Photograph by Vallee Rose New Mexico Sunset

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