It Could Not Be Me Anymore
in Aging Poems
It could not be me he's thinking of
When he looks up at the soft moonlight.
And it can't be me that he's dreaming of
When he falls asleep at night.
Pat Fleming
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Another brilliant poem - I love the way you write - keep them coming, please.
Very best wishes, Ann -
The Day We Went Sledding
in Snow Poems
We awakened to the whitest light
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Seeping through the blinds.
We leapt from bed and to the windows
To take a probing peek outside. -
Is This The Year To End All Years?
I watch the hands on the clock tick by
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And I wonder where time goes.
Will this be the year to end all years?
Well, only God can know.Featured Shared StoryExcellent poem, as always. Keep writing...
Very best wishes,
Ann -
I Will Love My Flag And Country
I'll stand firm for love of country
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And I'll speak of her with pride.
I will be grateful for those freedoms
Under which I've lived my life. -
I Will Protect And Love My Inner Child
A single flash of a camera
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And a moment frozen in time
Can never truly tell the tale
Of that child left behind.
Poems by Pat Fleming
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Oh Ann, my heart goes out to you. I can only imagine the pain you must be in. Having a lifelong love is such a blessing but watching them be sick would be a torture. I feel stupid trying to give you advice because it would sound so phony. But I can tell by your loyal comments that you are a giving, caring human being, so how lucky he is to have you by his side. Of course, you would probably say the same about him. Whatever you're feeling now, feel it completely and unashamedly. You will make it through this somehow. Please know that I will keep you close to my heart and in my thoughts. If you need anyone to talk to, just PM me on Facebook. Take care.
Sincerely,
Pat F.
Dear Angie,
I should have responded much sooner to your beautiful comment about my poem. I am so thrilled that you could completely relate to my words and then share them with others to help them understand my message as well. I wrote this poem one day after my hands had been bothering me and I was looking at them and thinking how ugly they were. I feel ashamed of them in front of people. But while writing this, I realized instead they were a badge of honor, and I would start looking at them that way and remembering the wonderful years of my life so far. Thank you for even taking the time to read my poem. We women should stick together because we are pretty darn amazing! -Pat F.
Ann, all of your work is so special, amazing, and creative. I am so jealous at how you can convey a deep, powerful message in so few words. I tend to ramble on and on, and I literally can't stop myself. I believe a truly good poet is a wordsmith and should be able to express their message in few words, before the reader gets bored, which is my weak point. You are really an amazing poet. You should make a book out of your work because people really like shorter poems, and you can give them really gorgeous poetry and in a short form. I'm going to make a point of reading all of your work.
Pat Fleming
Ann, this is so beautiful. I have a lump in my throat. Once again, you have an ability with such ease to create a masterpiece in just a few words. The fragrances you chose to mention are truly the best ones in the world for creating a warm, safe, contented feeling. The last lines are so romantic and so full of love. I love this. Bet you husband did too.
Pat Fleming
Ann, You have a talent that I don't have in my poetry. You can express your message in very few words but still leave a lasting, beautiful image in the reader's mind. This is a lovely poem in its descriptions, choice of words, and sweet message. Real poetry indeed.
Pat Fleming