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.
Cynthia,
Thank you for your kind words - it means a lot to me as I love the way you write.
Very best wishes,
Ann
I've just been reading more of your poems. This one, like many of your other poems, relates to how I feel. I, like you, get great comfort from other poets on Family Friends. Writing about my feelings during my husband's terminal illness and subsequent death, was a great help to me, as I understand it was for you too. Very best wishes, Ann.
I remember it well! You have captured it all beautifully. Very best wishes, Ann.
I'm so sorry - it's terrible to lose someone you love, whether it's death or separation. My husband died over a year ago and I still miss him dreadfully - like you, I wish I had spent more time telling him how much he was loved by me.
Very best wishes, Ann.
I've only just found this poem of yours - I like it very much. I must look out for more of your work. Very best wishes, Ann.