My heart flows from the end of my pen
Written from the juice of a blood red grape
The love, the joy all appear before me
A poet’s grace, my one true escape
The tears that flow from my pen so free
Save my eyes from a river of pain
A release of heartache and desperate longing
The words colour the paper with no refrain
The words of love that carry me high
Speak of life and its pure rich magic
Then they turn to help as they always do
To assist the poet through a time so tragic
Landscapes and beauty touch the writer’s soul
As this great land his words for a moment hold
Never to be owned just shared and enjoyed
To try to do more, who would be so bold?
The blood of my soul is the poet’s ink
Written in the words that are me
Exorcised from within to be seen and dealt
Then leaving the poet’s spirit forever free.
© Bernard J Rossi
Author & Poet
Bernard J. Rossi has been writing in one form or another for almost 30 years and over that time his writing experiences have been in many diverse areas including technical, short stories, poems and a number of books.
His first short story published was Michael’s Birthday (1991).
Bernard has poems published in many anthologies, most notably “The International Who’s Who in Poetry” and another international publication, “The Best Poems and Poets of 2007.”
His most recent achievements in writing longer works have been the publication of Room 22 in late 2007 and Arlington Reef in early 2008 and Bernard has two completed manuscripts awaiting publication, The Bloodline and The Spiral, which is the sequel to Room 22.
Bernard’s latest work is different from all his previous works and is an exciting move into an intriguing direction.
Bernard J Rossi