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.
Pat, thank you, thank you, thank you for getting it. You always connect to my emotions that create the poem in the first place. You are a very special person. Ann x
Oh Pat,
I sometimes think if it wasn't for people like you I might just give up writing poetry. I get so low when my poems don't receive any votes. In fact I tried to get one deleted, but no success so far. Thank you so much for taking the time and trouble to comment.
You are indeed a very good friend. Ann xxxx
Oh Pat,
You are always so encouraging. Any comments from you mean a great deal, as I have such enormous respect for your poetry. I do hope you are keeping well. It's been such a joy getting to know you through Family Friends.
Very best wishes, Ann x
Oh how I feel for you in your grief. I lost my husband a year and a half ago and the grief seems to get worse and worse. We had been together for over sixty years. Sending you my very best wishes. Ann.
I too have lost my husband of 58 years. I didn't really know what grief was until after his death. I also began writing late in life. I went to a writing for well-being course after my husband's cancer was diagnosed. I find writing helps. Very best wishes, Ann.