Against grey backgrounds –
Ribbons the shade of warmth touch
Hearts and lift us up
Category poetry
Warmth
Warm yellow scarf, left
As a tribute for stolen
Lives, taken too soon
Tight Corner
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tight Corner.”
I spoke myself into a corner
When I spoke the words I should not say
And while I waited for the paint to dry
I wrote poetry and wished the day away
I spoke myself into a corner but yesterday
Or was it husband who spoke himself into his
When I admitted the cycling feats of my BFF
Cycling feats I could never hope to achieve
Well, impressed was he
And when I saw how impressed he was
A very unimpressed was I
While we waited for the paint to dry
We let each other be
Until sorry was said
And it wasn’t going to be me
Determination
When people say
You can’t do it
I say to people
I can
When others say
You will never make it
I say to others
I will
When people say
It will never work
I say to people
It will
When others say
Don’t even try
I say to others
Watch me
Chimneys
Out the city, in
Towns and country there are
Two chimneys or three
Artistry
Circle enrobed by
Pentagon, dark pink centered
By five wings of white
Mystery Box
Mystery box
Beside my bed
With tiny note
Open me if you dare
I opened it
And as I did
I heard music
Playing to me
Paint my love
For all my life
Be at my side
Please, be my wife
I will be your bride
I will take your hand
I will walk through life
Painting your love
Tree on Fire
As red as the blood
Flowing through my beating heart,
Flames consume the tree
Merry Christmas
My gift
From you
I received
This morn
Thanking all!
6:30
Wake up Mom
Wake up Dad!
It’s Christmas Day!
My Hero
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “My Hero.”
When my mood is low
He leaves me be
When I need help
He rescues me
When I awake
He brings me tea
If its coffee I would like
He brews me one
When I wished for a ring
He bought some gold
When I longed for babies
He gave me two
When I want to talk
He will lend an ear
Two things he will not do
One is listen to me sing
It hurts his ears
Or read all my poetry
There are too many words
But even so
If there was a hero
I would have to choose
My husband
Because I love him
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