Poetry by Rose Aiello Morales

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​I Dream of Orca 

I am made me, but not.
Teeth, tongue, mouth,
brain alert for a food source
open for the krill,
perhaps some other delicacy
and the salty brine of the ocean
slides down the throat,
small shrimp,
a random piece of hardened oil
passes to a bottle cap stomach.

I am made aware of these things, choking,
the killing pain of spear
contains the detritus of failing seas,
the inhumanity of humans.





The Second Floor

Over 2000 years and God is pissed again,
righteous anger spilling over,
tears at the failure of creation,
of extinction, of, well, US.

Drops are many and they pour like faucets,
even at the end of sadness, there’s a constant flow
remembering Noah and the ark,
and how that man forgot the best of all.
I gather plastic as some window covers,
tape over writings on the walls,
read the Bible much too late
but do not see the significance.

I heard canals are flooding,
Venice and its many tourist feet are sinking
as the waters rise and books are sodden,
perhaps the Good News vanished while the prophets quaked.

Jeremiah never was a bullfrog
but a long lost prophet in forgotten scrolls,
I cook a meal before the wood grows wet and cold,
crouched like Armageddon on the damp rugs of the second floor.



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Betrayal

Restless limbs twitch in the night,
thoughts are never quiet here,
cocooned where I lay,
where sheets imprison me
in sweat and fear smell,
warrens and rabbits and dark holes,
feet are shrunken nomads, tentless,
a man throwing sand, and still, I will not sleep.
I gather years and they betray me,
home a coup d’etat, flags of pitch
with white skulls gleaming,
bones have fallen off the cloth,
lay tossed and hollowed,
eyes are ivory unclosed,
a glimpse of death precedes me,
a vise that holds a fallow heart,
the hooded man points fingers ossified,
I will not follow.



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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