Poems by Jay Rose Ana
I sprang from bed, all bold and brash,Spilled coffee on my workday sash.The bus drove off—my toast took flight,The cat threw up with sheer delight. My meeting link would not behave,I smiled and waved… to the microwave.Typed “due next week,” it read “adieu”—Now half my team thinks that I’m through. At lunch, I bit a…
In a corner of Earth where the roses conspire,And the daisies attend in their petal attire,A gathering bloomed beneath the generous sky— Not of people, but plants (though the punch bowl was dry). The sunflower bragged, “I’m the star of the show!”While the ivy just giggled and curled to and fro.The cactus stood tall with…
She starts the day with a kettle’s song,sings along with the radio,eggs gently bubbling like promisesshe’s long stopped waiting to keep. The sun’s a bit too shy to shine,but she polishes the window anyway.She walks to the bus stop in shoesthat know every crack in the pavement,says good morning to a lad with a dogwho…
Through the rain-slick window of my car,in the hush of a supermarket sprawl,I see a stranger sobbing softlyinside their still, dim cabin of glass.Not loud, not frantic—a tremble of grief so gentleit echoes louder in the chest. That kind of cryinghurts the one who watches.Compassion,they used to call it. I want to go to them—to…
It isn’t any use to sit and close your eyes, friend,If you cannot see them near.And isn’t any use to turn your head away, friend,There’s a voice you need to hear. When the sun breaks free at the edge of morn,A thousand hands reach out—We’re bound together, a world forlorn friend,And it’s all right to…
If tears could be held within oneselfWrapped so tender in gold satin clothEmbroidered by dreams of what may comeThen heaven and night would be as one But tears are made to be shared beyondAs golden things do not come to usWe bear our heart to all not someFill seas with hope in each setting sun…
With the world in my pocket stuck to a toffee and a bill I hope some kind stranger may hold the moon As I clamber up the hill