A Beneficial Bonfire
in Sonnet Poems
Rubbish in my head can smoulder on
creating smokey fumes which fog my brain
and when I think the murky clouds have gone
a few small sparks will bring them back again.
in Sonnet Poems
Rubbish in my head can smoulder on
creating smokey fumes which fog my brain
and when I think the murky clouds have gone
a few small sparks will bring them back again.
In Spring she blossoms forth,
no concerns of what to wear,
festooned in flowered finery.
No, no, no - I feel really low
I don't want to go to the ball.
My hair is a mess - I can't find a dress
My tasks for Christmas have begun
once the mistletoe's been hung.
Wrapped up presents under the tree,
Another lovely poem, Ann. Best wishes, John Alexander.
I hear a muffled creak,
is that those old oak floors?
I see some dancing shadows,
Thank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.
Lucky you. I've yet to see anyone who remotely measures up to my husband, who died over three years ago.
Best wishes,
Ann.
I really enjoyed this poem - more please.
Very best wishes, Ann.
May you stay strong and keep going. Writing about it helps you and others too. Well done. Very best wishes, Ann.
This poem left me with the feel good factor - a really positive vibe. It made me realize personally that I need to walk where the light falls differently, carrying less. Thank you for creating it. Very best wishes, Ann.
A great poem and I absolutely love the last line. It reminds me of my poem 'Endless Summer', we obviously have similar memories. Very best wishes, Ann.