an unusual occurrence,
fabric eats Earth and won’t relinquish.
a rabbit from a pair of pants,
a conjured bunny will not leave.
Our days are magic,
each day nothing will appear
and nothing goes away.
Worry makes the lines show
‘round the block, far down the street,
so happy when we finally exit stages.
Ah, but love is a diet
that keeps us thinner,
up until the time it kills us.
Stakes are always rare,
these times of plenty plague us, baby,
I can’t give you anything but...
Rose Aiello Morales has been writing poetry almost from the time she knew what poetry was. When she was seven her poem "God" appeared in the Boonton, NJ town newspaper. She won second prize in a New Jersey state-wide poetry contest for high school students at 16 with her poem entitled "90". She studied at Rutgers University before moving to Florida and marrying her husband of 34 years, Alex. She then spent time raising her daughter and being a housewife, discovering poetry again in her late 40's. Since then she has been writing extensively and published in various journals, in Canada, Great Britain, the USA, India, the Philippines, and Indonesia. her blog address is http://roseannemorales.wixsite.com/roseaiellomorales