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.
Like so many others, I have been really touched by this poem. I also agree with the author that writing can help you through difficult times. I wrote throughout my husband's illness and subsequent death, but have reached a stage now when the urge to write has gone. I'm not quite sure why...
Another great poem. I've had depression, but not quite as bad. However, it's great that you can write about it, as I'm sure it will connect with many people who know exactly what you are describing so well. Love and very best wishes, as always. Ann
Oh Pat, I just love your poetry. I am so damned old myself it's great to read a poem that sums up how I feel about my aged self. Keep writing! Love and very best wishes, Ann.
Thank you - it's always so rewarding to receive friendly encouraging comments like yours. Very best wishes, Ann.
Thank you both so much for your kind messages. As you know, it's a real boost to receive encouraging messages. Very best wishes, Ann.