Poetry Blogs (loved ones)
One of my favorite games
to play as a child
was seeing shapes
in the clouds:
It was one of the
of my childhood.
As I grew up,
I began to see
Now in the archway
of my golden years,
I see beauty that
brings me to tears:
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:18 pm
When you can't see the bluebells
There's cleary something wrong
Possibly something terribly wrong
If you miss the bluebells
Your life has passed you by
My favourite flower, my favourite time
Normally waited for, longed for, at winters end
This year only spotted as they hung their heads towards their demise
That too, almost missed
Why so, too much on, tunnelled vision ...
Saturday 20th May 2017 6:49 pm
No need to give away the loved ones,
Those who are near you or far away,
And those who are almost invisible,
But very often so dear and desirable,
They come into your life as the sun ray.
When all is good and in the brightness,
Your life is burning like a fire.
Why do you worry about happiness?!
If all comes true and do not tire!
But when the evil of caustic words,
The soul sometimes hurts and cry,
Wednesday 18th September 2013 9:32 pm