Friday, December 17, 2010

Holding On

Was a dream..

I'd brought my
Mother and Father
A spray
Of faded pink an cream
Just couldn't seem
To keep the vase straight
But I
Keep holding on
My eyes..
Want to give up

Faded pink an cream
Slid back
Toward the end of the table

Watching days go by
Learning curves
I didn't get around
Somewhere I slipped

Are more
Than good intentions
If I could just
Keep the vase straight ~


The Write Girl said...

This poem makes me stop and reflect...quite an intriguing poem. Love the way you string your photos and verses.

Ginny said...

Is this about a dream or something that really happened? I'm afraid that my vase has been crooked for quite some time! Pretty imagery, romantic and misty thoughts.

rainfield61 said...

And it was not a dream, the green an cream just could not keep my body straight in the morning.

I bowed for the beauty, of course, with my camera.

Dejemonos sorprender said...

Hi, very nice poem.. the pictures that accompany are beautiful.
Wish you a nice weekend:)

Sandra said...

the photos are wonderful and the right colors for the poem and for Chrismtas. love the header aand all the photos are fantastic

wilfred said...

Lovely poem
I didn't now that your are a poet ......... LOL
So creative written
I love it :)

Have a nice weekend
Kareltje & Anya

Amin said...

Have a good Sunday!

Amin said...

The new header beautiful and interesting.I think I have not seen it before.

Amin said...

Beautiful poem!

Amin said...

Very interesting photos!

eileeninmd said...

You do have a wonderful way with words. I love the poem and your photos are just beautiful. I hope you and your family have a Merry Christmas.

RedWillow said...

Thank you for stopping by with your commnet.
Stop again.
what a beautiful written voice you have.

Kilauea Poetry said...

Thanks to all of you..(I'm making a transition with computers- so a little slow responding).
Hey, greetings Lisa! I do hope you come back!

Let's be perfectly clear- the war on free speech is spiritual!