Roger Anderson
Alluring cocoons offer their special seduction and shelter
from within soft, warm cotton-like hollows
yet a price must be surrendered
it comes at a silent cost
unspoken
to those who seek special warmth
the surrender of one’s soul
is a forever thing
to be tasted, coddled.
sacrifice is a dear price
yet how dear is delight
when one has hunger
and shivers for crumbs
held in a colorless hand
go ahead
you have waited far too long
About the Author
Roger Anderson and his wife and soulmate, Judy, and live in Omaha, Nebraska. Each day is a new adventure in their journey together to somewhere.
He writes poetry only when the words and emotions and feelings are suddenly swirling about in his head. They beg him to quickly write them down, lest he soon forget them like last night’s dream. Sometimes, he writes as himself, other times in the persona of another.
During the Spring, Summer, and Fall months, he diligently water the weeds in his vegetable garden. In the Winter months, he dreams of their return.