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.
Lovely to read that well known poem yet again. It makes me smile and also want to clap - it's such a great poem. Oh wow, imagine being like that - whilst I hide, Maya she does nothing but rise! Ann
This poem should be shouted from the rooftops. Oh for worldwide peace. We have enough problems with climate change, we do not need wars. Well done writing it Beryl. Best wishes, Ann.
Virginia, I was incredibly touched by your comments. It's so special when someone really appreciates what the death of a husband of nearly 60 years means. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Very best wishes, Ann.
I really relate to this poem and many of your other poems. I should love to know more about you and what started you on the path to becoming a poet. Perhaps you could fill in your bio on Family Friends? I should very much enjoy reading it. Very best wishes, Ann.
What a lovely comment, Abimbola. Your encouragement means a great deal to me. Thank you very much indeed.
Very best wishes, Ann.