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 think you will find that there are many people who relate to this poem. I know that I do for one. Very best wishes, Ann.
Such a special poem. I always think writing about difficult times helps. A number of people will relate to your words. Beautifully written. Very best wishes, Ann
What a lovely poem - truly moving. Very special. Best wishes, Ann.
Hurray! Another lovely poem from you. That has brightened my day. Please keep writing. With much love and very best wishes, Ann xxxx
Well done, Judy, your poems are always a pleasure to read. Very best wishes, Ann.