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.
How I love the way Robert Frost writes. Such a treat to read his poem on this site. More please...
Ann
My heart goes out to you. I'm just glad you find writing poetry is therapeutic. I found the same when we discovered my husband was terminally ill. Do keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann.
Something about this poem really caught my attention. You have used some wonderful phrases. Really special. I must look up and see what else you have written. Best wishes, Ann.
Peggy,
I wondered if you write poetry yourself. I don't seem to be able to find any of your work online...
Very best wishes,
Ann
Peggy,
Thank you so much. Your comments mean a great deal.
Very best wishes,
Ann