in Fall Poems
In the silence of the morning
When the birds are first to wake
Floating leaves of reddish orange
Ride the breeze to paths they take
in Earth Poems
Yesterday morning I opened my hands
I thought with a smile the places they've been
Building sand castles and catching fireflies
Nature was best, that's where happiness lies
Sylvia, this is a beautifully written poem and brings back many happy memories of my childhood. I also liked reading your bio and looking at your lovely photo. Best wishes, Ann D Stevenson
Take a walk inside a park or
Jaunt a forgotten trail.
Close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath and exhale.
This is a wonderful poem. I had to read the other ones you've written, Ms. Sylvia, and they are all beautiful. I, too, enjoy walking in the woods and also really share your concern about the...
Love this poem. "I was never the oyster" You were all along the pearl. Perception at its finest.
Such a fun loving poem. This poem painted your chirping friend beautifully.
Ann, It's a pleasure to meet you and I'm glad you enjoyed my poem. I too viewed your bio and works. Your poem "A Touch Of Heaven" and "I Love To Breath In" are so very relatable, not to mention beautifully written. I look forward to reading more of your poetry and now that winter is coming I'll have plenty of time. Best regards, Sylvia
Abimbola T. Alabi, you are a wonderful poet. I have read your poetry, love the "work" poem, as well. I can tell you write from the heart and through experiences, which makes for the best poems. Keep writing, you are an artist with a pen.
I, who wrote this poem, wish to make a final note. After this event, I noticed I was having difficulty staying awake. I went in for a sleep study and found that I desated to 65%...quite frankly at the hospital if you reach 70's or sustained in the 80's, in oxygenation, there is a high probability you are going to be vented. Apnea-it made me think...was I breathing? How long did I stop breathing? All unanswered...