Flickering Firelight
Warm glowing embers
reflected gently dying flames of passion
between us.
Warm glowing embers
reflected gently dying flames of passion
between us.
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 am so, so sorry to hear of your recent trauma. Goodness life can be really tough at times, but you of all people don't deserve this. You bring so much pleasure to others with your poetry.
Sending special love,
Ann x
Yet another great poem. Well done - keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann.
Some good advice. I definitely need to learn to listen more and talk less! I'm very prone to opening my mouth before engaging my brain! Best wishes, Ann.
I can see it, feel it and hear it - you have created such a vivid picture. Thank you, Patricia, for yet another beautiful poem. Love and very best wishes, Ann.
I too was very touched by this poem. Lovely - well done. Best wishes, Ann.