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.
You are so right to value the time you have together now - I cannot believe how quickly time has fled. However, I look back and feel blessed for such treasured memories. Very best wishes, Ann.
I really, really enjoyed this poem. Such beautiful descriptions, painting scenes it is easy to picture clearly. More poems like this, please. Very best wishes, Ann.
I'm not sure I agree about the flowers - I love to see beautiful flowers in a church. However, having fairly recently lost my husband and a number of my closest friends, I definitely relate to the way you write about grief. Very best wishes, Ann.
Such a touching story with a perfect ending. As you say, holding out a helping hand to those in need can achieve wonders. Very best wishes, Ann.
I too have always loved this poem and agree wholeheartedly with its overriding message. Ann