Love bench What a lovely summer evening We took our usual walk up the hill round the pub At the corner The roundabout around on the way to the farm The park bench awaits us each time we walk past On this evening our 10th…
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Image Prompt -Poem 5 House on the Hill
The house on the hill The walk from town to the house A memory that would not fade away The beauty of the house died suddenly The window never opened amicably When she was home the window was lit Her writing on the wall I…
Hour 3 – Beneath the Hangman’s Tree -Image Prompt
A man stood beneath the tree, Waiting it seemed, for me His gaze was soft as diamond His mood as light as iron He had been waiting for me But why beneath this tree? This tree was like most around it Red leaves and…
Poem 2 -Haidresser -Happy Days
Happy days I have worn wigs for a long time arrived on time but yet there is a queue but beauty is in the eye of the beholder take care of you or no one else would be Confident in whatever you choose…
The Skylights – Hour Twenty-Two
You walked into the living room and flat lined by the chair We had to let the medics know that you were in despair They found a pulse, you tracked your eyes and squeaked a last Goodbye Before you faded out again through the lights…
Solitude – Hour Twenty One
All alone in the quiet, while others are sleeping I sit and I softly reflect My life is so blessed, my heart filled with such pride For these blessings I’ve so much respect I am living a life I never thought could be With a…
Across the Sea – Hour Sixteen
I took a trip across the sea to find a treasure, new to me A gift of hope from years long gone, whose beauty smiles just like a song I walked awhile, I rode some more, then found my way upon the door Of those…
The World Around Me – Hour Fifteen
The scent of lavender fills the air Made heavy by summertime heat The carpet feels gritty, like a warm sandy beach Nestled roughly under my feet The hallway feels longer at this hour of day Each step growing tougher to make My eyes are now…
Invisible Boy – Hour Fourteen
My handsome invisible baby boy I’d be proud to call you “my son” If you were indeed mine, you would bring me such joy From the moment your life had begun I would raise you with guidance and a loving heart And teach you to…
Beautiful Swan – Hour Thirteen
Beautiful swan floating gracefully by Dancing softly like the winds of spring Your joy and your candor, incredibly spry The weight of the world on your wing You pass by with ease and no cares in the sight So strong in your humility For though…