Our poem takes place in WWII. The setting is a small flat furnished in the 30’s. It’s a bitter winter’s night. The place is cold and dark. Its sole occupant is the wife of a military pilot. She has been expecting a call of reassurance from the nearby base since 7:30 p.m. The night is … More The Desperate Wait (a poem)
Hello my dear friends, Today I wanted to share with you a poem I wrote in honor of all my friends out in Missouri who have each become so precious to me! I read it tearfully at the end of my graduation speech and thought you might enjoy reading it as well! This piece truly … More How Can I Say Goodbye (Poem)
A poet is a person that can never be described Their thoughts a frantic frenzy they cannot hope to hide. Their emotions, like the wind tossed leaves, in the months of fall, Those months of bright splendor that answer winter’s eerie call. The crimson, gold and flaming orange, burst forth then- Like the passions of … More Poets, the Autumn of this World
Painting: “Restful Afternoon’ by: Albert Edelfelt Idyll
The leaves they fell in piles across the frozen ground, The wind howled through the branches with a mournful sound, The graveyard, a solemn tomb with a empty face. A deep sad foreboding filled the empty space. There the old man stood, dressed all in black, Clouded eyes, wrinkled face, but still a tall straight … More “Adored By All, Loved By One” (a poem)
The poem you are about to read is from the perspective of a young soldier in the Civil War. As the evening settles upon the camp, troops gather around a glowing fire resting from the days march. In this time of quiet their thoughts often drift back to home, family, and sweethearts. Our young soldier … More Farewell In The Darkening Evening
Hello Friends, I hope you enjoy another poem this week. I apologize in not posting last week but my life has been a whirlwind of activities. I am hoping to post more about them as the week progresses! but for now…. This is a poem I wrote for my grandmothers funeral. She passed a day … More Gone but not Forgotten
A thousand questions swirl in my mind,
As I ponder on times ahead and behind.
I see the past and future unfurled,
The one so clear, the other still blurred. … More Past and Future (a poem)
I hope you enjoy this short poem, I wrote this evening as I sat under one of my favorite pine trees watching the darkening evening. … More November
Girl of a different Era 