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 how well I recognise the emotion behind this poem. I wrote my poem She Tried to Fit In under similar circumstances. Very best wishes, Ann.
Oh for more poems like this, which leave you with a feel good factor. Keep writing! Very best wishes, Ann.
Another poem so clearly expressing my own feelings. It's good to read your poems and to know that I'm not alone. Keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann.
Oh how well I recognise your feelings behind this poem. I too recently lost my husband after over 50 years of marriage. It is very hard to carry on. My thoughts are with you. Very best wishes, Ann.
Hi Alan
Yes, we have very similar stories. I too had been married for 58 years. Like you, I have also done a creative writing course since retirement. I very much look forward to reading more of your work.
Very best wishes,
Ann