Theresa Rose

Words at Play ____________ Remember? Forget.... all right? You bet! Ask again? the same. Illusions? no pain. When? A child's refrain. What is that? A time to recall? Shadows of candlelight? Footsteps in a hall?! A moonless night?! Raindrops in flight?! The tapping of rain? Sounds of the gutters and drains?! Come on, now, tell me; What do you recall? Nothing! Nothing at all. What; What’s that; Can you hear the mouse? Is the mouse in the house? She’s snapped in the trap! Does she live? Or, does she die? She’s safe; She’s under a glass. She must not talk, can’t say of what’s gone to past. Why not? What will it do? A final snap; I’m telling you! One more time; Then, we will be through Recall that time; What’s happening to you? Can’t you tell? Look, and see My smiling face; I‘m still free?! Nothing! Nothing at all; Nothing took place. Nothing to me?! Doc? Look at the time!? It’s time We’re all through! Till, next week; Thanks Doc I’ll be seeing you! WHAT YOU THINK IS IMPORTANT... PLEASE READ AND LEAVE COMMENTS

Sea Cliff Heights In the darkness, Reverberation empties silence.... tap; tap; tap. The tapping? The pendulum‘s grandeur; A passive state to time. Low, slow, distant echoes A bid to serenity’s seduction. Sweeping circuits, Lap long, Against a pebble filled beach. The tide calls; Whoosh; whoosh; whoosh; whoosh; Such foreboding waves Call. Surrender; Approach,..; Remember; Return, Taste The salty- sweet water’s sway. Ache for desire; To expose forbidden love’s impoverished tears; An enchanting lure, hearkens Come; far Beneath the rocky cliff. My heart; Wanting ; But no ! Sanity holds It’s not time. A snare’s line rings; Time moves; tap; tap; tap. Time, waives protest to this recital’s longing embrace. Home, Simply composed; A love’s submerging refrain. A door, stills, open. A room; The keep; Through a corridor’s long shadow, The silence speaks, Pride’s measure ticks. tap; tap; tap. Old tatters Curtains dance. Soothing drifts cool salty air. tap; tap; tap. A calm state; Moonlight. Relics of a heart; Composing drama plays to shadows; Cracks on old plaster walls. Glimpses return where waning movements hide; The essence of sound and silence Intertwine. An old window-seat gives audience to the stars. In eyes of youth; A young girl‘s heart lives Once more. Time falls Moments recede. Ah, my love; I hear the Harp’s comb play As gentle as a sigh,.. Rolling Home; Rolling Home; Rolling Home across the Sea A vow, misspoken; To wait; Still tap; tap; tap. Golden hair; Your fancy to heather’s yielding flow. A hundred long strokes; As soft tenders weep. An altering hue; fades of time. Gold; Silver; Now, twists shimmer of soft white pearl. Time combs these long old satin strands. tap; tap; tap. Youth now spent; To wear once more Soft lavender, love-knots. Ribbons flow Aging wrinkles where once Plump lips reach desire; Now, the gentlest breeze plays prey of a beating heart Memories. Take to flight. tap; tap, Yesterday is almost here ; Years abandon to the dew scent heather; Eyes close To such need to touch. To To tap; tap; tap.

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