Four Poems by Sandy Rochelle

Almost Alone

 

The book reads itself.

I live alone except for you.

The sometimes ghost is almost gone.

Meditation and prayer my house guests.

My mind is fall foliage.

I change and change again.

What will this world make of me.

 

Published by Wild Word.

 

Social Graces

The man unbuttons his jacket and adjusts his tie.

Something he has done a million times and will continue to do.

A routine he learned as he exited the cave and entered polite society.

He shakes hands reaching over his female companions head.

She endures the obligatory kiss on the cheek.

Another nod to society.

This social dance is a solo one.

Gestures acquired naturally as a safeguard.

Against social failure and conformity.

 

 

Still life

 

There you are standing still waiting for guidance.

Unsure.

Unable to move-only to be seen.

The vessel of faith and hope so close.

Complete your destiny.

With the blessings of the world.

You could endure pain and judgment.

A  star or a crucifix.

All things are open.

All options possible.

We must choose.

We must choose well.

To caress with kindness this still and empty vessel. 

 

 

The Road made Visible

 

You take my hand and fold red ribbons in my hair.

Wisdom leads you through the fog.

Fields part opening to wide forests and a road

made visible.

We speak our own language known only to

infants-the elderly and the silent.

The ground opens up and we disappear into a 

land of mystics and saints.

We are driven by unseen elements.

You speak an unspoken tongue.

Taught by beings of the past and souls forgotten.

You communicate with worlds that have fallen.

Worlds with strange names become our allies.

You become our interpreter as we ascend.

 

Published by Amethyst Review

 

Sandy Rochelle is a widely published poet. Publications include, Ekphrastic Review, Dissident Voice, Formidable Woman,Flashfictionnorth, Every Day Writer,Spillwords Press, Impspired, The Poet, Writing in a Woman's Voice, and others.