David N. RoseinReal RoseTan and TurncoatMany times I have witnessed your changing. The colour you take on Can be unpredictableMay 21, 2020May 21, 2020
David N. RoseinReal RoseWish you were here — A quarantine poemAte the last of the Marmite this morning. It is probably about to be the weekend At the time of my writing you this note.Mar 29, 2020Mar 29, 2020
David N. RoseinReal RoseVoyageWe journey apart in the night, Though we appear to lie On this same mattress, Like two bodies on a raft.Feb 13, 2020Feb 13, 2020
David N. RoseinReal RoseLife and Death in the CountryToo good to be true Is the adage that comes to mind In a North Devon village;Feb 13, 2020Feb 13, 2020
David N. RoseinReal RoseRemindersSome images are original, Primary, like colours.Feb 13, 2020Feb 13, 2020
David N. RoseinReal RoseRedDays of painting it will take To cover it up. What on Earth Possesses a man to paint a room This colour, and a bathroom at that?Feb 13, 2020Feb 13, 2020
David N. RoseinReal RoseOn Morecambe BayWhen the water recedes I can walk out on the silt plains Revealed newly Each day With the pull of the moon,Feb 13, 2020Feb 13, 2020
David N. RoseinA Leavened LifeYou Cannot Meet God TomorrowNow is the only time.Jun 10, 2019Jun 10, 2019
David N. RoseinA Leavened LifeA Leavened LifeAgain he asked, “To what shall I compare the Kingdom of God?”Jun 9, 2019Jun 9, 2019
