Crafting Moments

I craft, I shape, I build, I break,

Words I weave for others' sake.

Through mazes, puzzles, twists, and turns,

Each phrase a spark, each line that burns.
A jigsaw of thought, a careful art,

To heal, to soothe, to touch the heart.

I mold the pieces, seek the key,

To craft a moment, wild and free.
A perfect piece of joy and light,

To brighten someone’s day,
ignite

A spark of hope, a breath of grace—

In every word, a warm embrace.
-AnnaRosa


Rhythm of the soul

The beat that stirs me
when I can’t sleep,

A rhythm that lingers,
relentless, deep.

It pulses through my mind,
a steady fire,

A spark that fuels my every desire.
Each word I write,
each line I craft,

Unveils a world
where dreams can last.

My passion flows,
both fierce and true,

A melody that guides me through.
In every verse,
I find my flight,

A song that turns the dark to light.

It’s more than music;
it’s my voice,

A declaration,
a choice to rejoice.
The rhythm carries
me along,

A pulse that strengthens,
makes me strong.

Through every note,
I shape my fate,

A song of hope
that resonates.
-AnnaRosa


I Write

Each word born of thought,
yet bound by rhyme,
Not by choice,
but guided by a passion’s flow,
I trace the world in verse,
through lines you’ll know.

I do not linger on the "what-ifs" or the "why,"
I watch, I listen, and in silence, I describe
The quiet ache that hides behind your smile,
The tears you hold within, though for a while.

My words, though soft, unravel what you keep,
A truth you feel, but rarely dare to speak.
And in these lines, perhaps you’ll see the way
I understand the things you cannot say.
-AnnaRosa
Dedicated to my good friend R.G jr