Charlie Roswell : Writing

My own gentle giant.

My own gentle giant.

A Poem by Charlie Roswell


Hands that have worked, With dirt and with stone, Toiled and strained, Down to the bone, Sturdy and stro..
My best friend won't speak to me.

My best friend won't speak to me.

A Poem by Charlie Roswell


My best friend won’t speak to me, Won’t say a single word, When I speak she tilts her head, Then..
The Fireplace.

The Fireplace.

A Poem by Charlie Roswell


I stare down at the fireplace, Where once our love set light, Now there are only embers, That glimmer in the..
Snapshot

Snapshot

A Poem by Charlie Roswell


The memories stirred up by a simple photograph.