Rosewood

I see past and present, Rosewood.

Discern

I see hoping emotions in-turn retract propelling backwards

Destruction

Disturbed seas thundering

Blurred between uncertainty,

Overthinking and lack in dreams.

Storms

A fraction of stakes,

And pain,

Driven so deep it'd splinter Earth's continental plates

Andrea's Fault

In-depth

Imbalance

I see,

In fact it'd take souls displaced in shattered plight

Veiled in night

To see what dawns

Or resonates

Inevitable and innate

I see,

Torn church and state

Scarred land where dramatic Rosewood stood

Unfathomable

Unveiled

Approached with caution,

A search of ourselves in intimate positions

Decisions, beginnings 

Resolutions in pending

Until tears,

Could we consider any capacity of progression or evolution a win

Yet real,

I see.

Reviews

[Nariko]

I could imagine a piece of driftwood that came from a crashed ship, floating across the sea

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Propelling backwards"-yes "I see" it too my friend. "Imbalance...scarred land where dramatic Rosewood stood".."Torn church and state"...yes, tears. Profound, evocative poem and image. Important.