A Beneficial Bonfire
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 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.
I hear a muffled creak,
is that those old oak floors?
I see some dancing shadows,
Thank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.
Yes, I too sat by my Mother's bed as she died. It was therefore very moving to read your poem. You paint a very clear picture.
Very best wishes,
Ann
Oh Pat, another lovely poem to brighten up my day. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Love and very best wishes, Ann. Keep writing...
Yep - a good message for us all. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Best wishes, Ann.
A wonderful truly well known poem. Oh to be able to write poetry like that...
I really liked this poem including the title. It holds a lovely message. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Best wishes, Ann.