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Magnetic Poetry and Dictionary Pages
Photo Credit: Natalie Roberts

Poetry 365: The 3 am Epiphany

The 3 am Epiphany

By: Meena Rose

Time amazes me;
Never more so than in a dream.

I’ve bent it, rewound it, fast forwarded it;
I’ve spliced it and I’ve stopped it.

Last night, I shared some tea with Time;
A sacred ritual whose magic beckons the wind.

Time, ever present, ever sentient,
Stayed put as I gyrated about.

“It is you who bends. It is you who folds.
You retrace your steps as I stand still.”

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Poetry 365: Tempest

Tempest

By: Meena Rose

She could stare uncertainty
In its uncaring eyes except when
It gazed upon her through her
Daughter’s questioning eyes.

Quivering and shivering,
“Mum, make the bad dreams go away!”
Her daughter’s plea ringing in her ears;
She ascended to Dreamland.

“I used to walk amongst you. I am
No longer yours. Leave me and mine, alone!”
She breathed into the pregnant silence
As a tempest brewed in her eyes.

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Poetry 365: Singing Her Abundance

Singing Her Abundance

By: Meena Rose

She blushed – a salmon
Colored natural rouge
As she caressed a ballet slipper.

Memories rush forth:
Pink taffy by the pier;
Magenta filled sky;
Fuschia kiss-me-now lipstick;
Watermelon juice dribbling down my neck.

She, Rose, sing my abundance:
Luscious, juicy, ripe and free flowing
Laughter, love and joy.

Magnetic Poetry and Dictionary Pages
Photo Credit: Natalie Roberts
Magnetic Poetry and Dictionary Pages
Photo Credit: Natalie Roberts
Magnetic Poetry and Dictionary Pages
Photo Credit: Natalie Roberts

Poetry 365: Why Do It?

Why Do It?

By: Meena Rose

So he asked me why I write?
And I stammered as my tongue
Tied itself into so many knots
I became convinced of its Celtic roots.

Meanwhile, my mind was screaming –
To preserve the elasticity of time;
To texture my life’s experience;
To season my soul with insight.

Detangled tongue and words that hint
Invariably do injustice to the why;
The real why – I write because
I surrendered to a muse’s song.

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Poetry 365: To My Children

To My Children

By: Meena Rose

As you navigate this
Brave New World, you
Should hopefully know
The literary reference.

At times, the world will feel
Neither brave nor new nor good.
At times, a sense of futility
Slaps you square on your jaw.

I wish had the magic words
To impart to you that will
Serve as your beacon of hope
On those near certain dark days ahead.

I wish I could package Rumi and
Serve his words to you and simply
Trust that your frame of reference
Will resonate with his.

I wish for many things that I should
Be able to do so I can look back and
Say: Now, that’s parenting done right;
Time will tell, I suppose.

I lack the luxury of foresight;
Yet, one of the things I know is
That love always wins – some days
It’s quick and to the point while

On other days it just drags
On and on;
Don’t give in to despair;
Don’t give up on love.

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Poetry 365: Stress, Be Gone

Stress, Be Gone

By: Meena Rose

“There’s something to be said about comfort and me, well, comfort starts in my nose.”
~ Meena Rose

Give me that scent of gentle lavender
With the subtle hint of lemon;
Toss in the zest of that orange
As I take in the jasmine coming off the breeze.

Give me that smell of a home cooked meal
Wrapped in memories of love and joy;
Bring on the welcome of fresh baked bread
As I inhale my worries away.

Give me the smells of the season,
Spring and summer, winter and fall;
Usher in the smell of rain
As it nourishes the dry parched lands.

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