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 wonderful truly well known poem. Oh to be able to write poetry like that...
I really liked this poem including the title. It holds a lovely message. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Best wishes, Ann.
So true. An excellent comparison. I always love spending time by water, whether it's the sea, a lake, pond, river or stream.
I find your poems very moving, especially this one. I'm glad that, like me, you find writing poetry helps you through some difficult times. Best wishes, Ann.
Oh my goodness, Patricia, you have been busy commenting on my poems lately. So kind and thoughtful - much appreciated. Your good friend, Ann.