This Journey Of Mine
in Aging Poems
I wake up each day
On this journey of mine,
Grabbing each moment
Of my limited time.
in Aging Poems
I wake up each day
On this journey of mine,
Grabbing each moment
Of my limited time.
Miss Fleming: I was looking at a poem I wrote, SWEET THINGS FOR YOUR EAR, and I saw you left me a wonderful review. We seem to have the same outlook on life. I look back on my life a lot. I...
Dear Mother, I've so much to tell you,
I wouldn't know where to begin.
There's so much I've learned in the years since you've gone,
How I long to just see you again.
The sun set in the early eve.
No light could pierce those mammoth trees.
Dark and dense for miles wide,
You could wander lost forever inside.
I watch the hands on the clock tick by
And I wonder where time goes.
Will this be the year to end all years?
Well, only God can know.
Excellent poem, as always. Keep writing...
Very best wishes,
Ann
in Ocean Poems
When I stand small before the ocean
In her vast infinity,
I'm consumed by all her beauty
And my profound humility.
How do I cope with the shame that I feel
And then look you straight in the eye?
And how do I claim to stand for what's right,
Then accept disregard for your lives?
I took a walk this morning
Just as the sun began to rise,
And the inky clouds encompassed her
And cluttered up the skies.
Dear Aaron,
Your comment is so touching. I wish you could share the melody with me. I'm just so happy that you can hear that melody and have paid such a beautiful tribute to my words by...
in Abuse Poems
Lately when I wake each day,
The sunlight hurts my eyes,
And when I think of yesterday,
I want to just curl up and cry.
These days, that moment haunts me,
That first moment we met.
You were a vision from the heavens
That I never would forget.
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...
in Snow Poems
There's a silence so loud that it's deafening,
And the sun seems unusually bright.
The world is awakening to a bitter cold morn
And a crystalline blanket of white.
I was lucky enough to accidentally stumble on your poetry, which I very much enjoy. Like you, I am retired and finding writing poetry very therapeutic, both in lockdown and because my husband...