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.
Oh to have someone write a beautiful poem like that for me. It's lovely, truly lovely. Very best wishes, Ann.
Oh how I feel for you. I lost my husband over a year ago and I'm still struggling. Keep writing - I found that helped. Very best wishes, Ann.
Oh, I'm so, so sorry to read of the loss of your wife. I relate to your poem so well having recently lost my husband. Like you, I found it helped to write about it. My very best wishes, Ann.
What brilliant news - both about your help in the home and the fact that you are writing again. My poetry writing has definitely come to an end since my husband died. Very best wishes, Ann.
A lovely poem - my husband was also a soldier, but I didn't receive any beautiful poems like that when he was away!