Crack, by Roslyn Ross

Crack
by Roslyn Ross

Crack the moment magical,
ramble through the past,
find the pest of sorrow;
wince in memory’s grasp.

Hiccup through the thoughts,
try to catch your breath,
let regrets be banished;
festoon in face of death.

Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 282.

Roslyn Ross is a former journalist, who has worked in newspapers and magazines around Australia. In recent years she has worked as a freelance manuscript editor. Born in Adelaide, she has spent much of her time living overseas, including Antwerp, Belgium; Bombay, India; Luanda, Angola; Cape Town, South Africa; Johannesburg, South Africa; Lusaka, Zambia; Vancouver, Canada; London, United Kingdom and Lilongwe, Malawi. She has also spent extended periods in Russia, Portugal and the United States, as well as living across Australia, including Adelaide, Port Pirie, Wagga Wagga, Melbourne, Perth and Brisbane, and is now settled in the Adelaide Hills. She began writing poetry at the age of twelve and has had work published in a number of anthologies, mainly in the US, but also more recently, in When Anzac Day Comes Around, 100 Years from Gallipoli Poetry Project, edited by Graeme Lindsay.

 

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Reflected, by Roslyn Ross

Reflected
by Roslyn Ross

Reflected, in the mirror
of your eyes, remembering
in that dream of who you
were, who I was, or might

have been, if things had
been different, if the depths
of your being, had, like the
lake, flung back the truth

of who you were, who I
was, or might be; and yet
even if it had, I would only
ever have been a reflection.

Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 245.

Roslyn Ross is a former journalist, who has worked in newspapers and magazines around Australia. In recent years she has worked as a freelance manuscript editor. Born in Adelaide, she has spent much of her time living overseas, including Antwerp, Belgium; Bombay, India; Luanda, Angola; Cape Town, South Africa; Johannesburg, South Africa; Lusaka, Zambia; Vancouver, Canada; London, United Kingdom and Lilongwe, Malawi. She has also spent extended periods in Russia, Portugal and the United States, as well as living across Australia, including Adelaide, Port Pirie, Wagga Wagga, Melbourne, Perth and Brisbane, and is now settled in the Adelaide Hills. She began writing poetry at the age of twelve and has had work published in a number of anthologies, mainly in the US, but also more recently, in When Anzac Day Comes Around, 100 Years from Gallipoli Poetry Project, edited by Graeme Lindsay.

 

 

 

Seeing Beauty, by Roslyn Ross

Seeing Beauty
by Roslyn Ross

 

Intangible, yet recognised, revealing form and place,
identified, realised, transforming mind and heart,
through energies unseen, unknown, undiagnosed,
so does beauty birth in glory, suddenly defined.

To track the path and purposes of that made manifest,
to find the course that it does take toward perfection,
is something which cannot be done or demanded,
for the sublime creates itself in hidden, unknown places.

When soul connects to that which births in glorious shape,
then comes the moment for which the mind does seek,
and that which is called art, eternal, ephemeral, so real,
does stand before us, silent, and yet to all does speak.

 

Roslyn Ross is an Australian writer, journalist, editor and poet who has been writing poetry since she was a child. She has lived in many countries around the world and been inspired by the variety of experiences she has had.

 

 

Beauty, by Roslyn Ross

 

 

Beauty 
by Roslyn Ross

 

Beauty butterflied my mind,
stroked soft across my smile
came light to rest with endless
grace, wings folded round my soul.

A moment sitting silent,
brushed gently by life’s breath
and then she soared to sunlight’s song
and left my self bereft.

 

Roslyn Ross is an Australian writer, journalist, editor and poet who has been writing poetry since she was a child. She has lived in many countries around the world and been inspired by the variety of experiences she has had.