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.
Beautifully written, as usual. I would definitely 'be grieved by your leaving'!
Love and very best wishes, Ann.
Having just read the very moving poem you wrote about your mother dying I looked for more poems by you and found this lovely one. I shall search to see if I can find more. Do keep writing.
Very best wishes,
Ann
Yes, I too sat by my Mother's bed as she died. It was therefore very moving to read your poem. You paint a very clear picture.
Very best wishes,
Ann
Oh Pat, another lovely poem to brighten up my day. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Love and very best wishes, Ann. Keep writing...
Yep - a good message for us all. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Best wishes, Ann.