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.
A beautiful poem, describing a situation I know only too well. I first met my husband when I was only 16, as I am now in my 80s, he was a part of my life for a very long time. I too have written about my loss. I think writing helps. Very best wishes, Ann.
Another lovely poem from you - well done. If only life could really be like that...
Very best wishes, Ann.
Another lovely poem from you, Judy. Keep writing! Very best wishes, Ann.
I really enjoyed this poem, I felt I had been on the bike ride myself. Very best wishes, Ann.
Beautifully written. I only wish I had your faith and belief. Very best wishes, Ann