I'd brought my
Mother and Father
Roses..
Mother and Father
Roses..
A spray
Of faded pink an cream
Just couldn't seem
To keep the vase straight
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
Habits
&
Learning curves
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
Habits
&
Learning curves
I didn't get around
Somewhere I slipped
Pink
&
Cream
Are more
Than good intentions
If I could just
Keep the vase straight ~
Keep the vase straight ~
12 comments:
This poem makes me stop and reflect...quite an intriguing poem. Love the way you string your photos and verses.
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.
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.
Hi, very nice poem.. the pictures that accompany are beautiful.
Wish you a nice weekend:)
Gretings..
the photos are wonderful and the right colors for the poem and for Chrismtas. love the header aand all the photos are fantastic
Have a good Sunday!
The new header beautiful and interesting.I think I have not seen it before.
Beautiful poem!
Very interesting photos!
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.
Thank you for stopping by with your commnet.
Stop again.
Lisa
what a beautiful written voice you have.
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!
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