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'm so glad you promoted this poem of yours, as it made me look up the other poems you have with Family Friends. I found I agreed with so many of the sentiments you put across in your poetry. Very best wishes, Ann.
Very moving. My father, brother and husband were in the armed forces, so this poem means a lot to me. Very best wishes, Ann.
Another beautiful poem - well done. Very best wishes, Ann.
Yes, I too find writing very therapeutic - it was especially so when we discovered that my husband was terminally ill. Very best wishes, Ann.
Another brilliant poem. Well done - keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann.