Living A Fall Morning Life
in Fall Poems
In the silence of the morning
When the birds are first to wake
Floating leaves of reddish orange
Ride the breeze to paths they take
Sylvia Stults
About Sylvia Stults
Hello my name is Sylvia. I presently work in the healthcare field. I love to paint with oils and often wished I studied art as well. I love poetry of all kinds and someday hope to pick up on the different styles. I'm trying, but until I do...I'll follow the words of my mother, who passed when I was a young girl, "Just say what's on your heart." Within my poetry you'll find many different topics, topics that matter to me and reflect who I really am. The above picture was taken by me...I love wildlife and the environment and hope my poetry hits home on keeping it safe. Enjoy.
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Ann, Thank you for your kind words and encouragement. It's always nice hearing from you and reading your poetry as well.
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Handing Down Memories
in Earth Poems
Yesterday morning I opened my hands
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I thought with a smile the places they've been
Building sand castles and catching fireflies
Nature was best, that's where happiness liesFeatured Shared StorySylvia, this is a beautifully written poem and brings back many happy memories of my childhood. I also liked reading your bio and looking at your lovely photo. Best wishes, Ann D Stevenson
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The Brink
Take a walk inside a park or
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Jaunt a forgotten trail.
Close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath and exhale.Featured Shared StoryThis is a wonderful poem. I had to read the other ones you've written, Ms. Sylvia, and they are all beautiful. I, too, enjoy walking in the woods and also really share your concern about the...
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Make Me A Garden
Help me design my garden of life
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Full of iris, crocus, and lily
With daffodils that shine so bright
Like the sun of the greater deities. -
A Shadow From Before
Standing on the ocean shore
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Waves rushing through my toes
Images run across my mind
From the days of long ago
Poems by Sylvia Stults
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Abimbola T. Alabi, you are a wonderful poet. I have read your poetry, love the "work" poem, as well. I can tell you write from the heart and through experiences, which makes for the best poems. Keep writing, you are an artist with a pen.
I, who wrote this poem, wish to make a final note. After this event, I noticed I was having difficulty staying awake. I went in for a sleep study and found that I desated to 65%...quite frankly at the hospital if you reach 70's or sustained in the 80's, in oxygenation, there is a high probability you are going to be vented. Apnea-it made me think...was I breathing? How long did I stop breathing? All unanswered...