Can you see colours?
A poem I just read about colours reminded me of this time, was so special to see.
Before the war
not sure why I wrote this one!
FUN WITH HOLLIES SONGS
At the BUS STOP he met suzzane loved her from the start but somewhere down the road of life he would hurt her heart SORRY SUZZANE were words he had to say eloise crossed his path at the fair ON A CAROUSEL JUST ONE LOOK and no STOP STO
My 'tomboy' days
Happy memories...
LONELYNESS
The poem captures the profound sense of longing and solitude experienced by an individual. With each verse initiated by a letter from the word "lonelyness", it outlines the emotions evoked by solitude in a romantic, melancholic, and alluring tone. Each verse also mentions a different flower, which adds a layer of metaphor and symbolism to the expressed emotions. The poem moves through the phases of night into dawn, mirroring the progression of the speaker's feelings - from deep yearning and a sense of loss, to a new hope and acceptance of solitude. In essence, it's a journey of an individual embracing their solitude, experiencing a range of emotions from longing and melancholy, to seduction and romance. Despite the loneliness, there is a beauty in the experience, much like the beauty of the flowers that accompany each verse. It's a celebration of resilience, the human spirit, and the ability to find beauty even in solitude.
regrets
i spilled a coffee on the beach i saw a wasp land on my peach i took a swig of irn bru and thought of me, yes, me and you and how we laughed when the cyclist fell and broke his arm and leg as well but those days are gone and am back on datin
Morel Hunting
I love morels, a lot!
Cupcakes
I went to Fennimore, Wisconsin for garage sales and found a nice bakery.
Twilight.
Remembering so much.
Who likes swans?
There is not a song or a voice that's right, that can help you along or show you the light, unless you want to believe that it's true, that there's a God who loves you, So, it really does not matter, religion or race, the troubles and strife that yo
Vanity's Dream
There - mine self - it stands alone Let it be - it sulks - let it Weep Again - that force - some brewery of hate Churns and Burns - where Nerves were cool Then silence breaks - from Voice - a drone As resentment lurks for Nausea to Creep Wherei
Morning gold
I'm grateful for the silent time To think and make a plan When the morning world is mine I do because I can. I love the quietude of dawn Before the sun's completely up I rub my eyes and give a yawn And fill once more my coffee cup.
Second chances
It is about myself....life's choices and supposedly loved one's that turned out to be in love with their own reflections.
Maybe in my next life.
I feel him, just think that I am meant to just remember him for my next life.
Mama's all knowin'
A few lines came to me
in my dreams
it kinda makes me nervous friend
This Old House
Memories of a time long ago raising my daughters.
A Poet's Soul
I fear if I run out of ink my thoughts will cease to flow, No longer free to roam around where they desire to go. Caught up in a stasis as my mind begins to congeal, Severed from my senses I find I can no longer feel. The proo
Did they tell you?
When we remember the separation of our loved ones after their death
I blink my eyes and wish to see you
The old school way of love