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.
Patricia, You are indeed a friend - a very good friend indeed. Thank you for always being there for me. Love and very best wishes, Ann
Thank you, John. I am struggling on - quite hard as we were together for well over 50 years. However, kind understanding comments like yours do help.
Patricia, I love it when you comment on my poems. You always say such lovely things, which means a great deal as you write so beautifully yourself.
Oh Pat, another brilliant poem! As always, you've said it all. Growing old is a pain...
Love and best wishes,
Ann
Lovely idea - how I wish I could have my husband back again - just for tonight...
Best wishes,
Ann