Friday, December 17, 2010

Holding On

Was a dream..

I'd brought my
Mother and Father
Roses.. 
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
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 ~

12 comments:

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 Hartzler 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:)
Gretings..

MadSnapper said...

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

DIGITAL WORLD PAGES ARCHIVE said...

Have a good Sunday!

DIGITAL WORLD PAGES ARCHIVE said...

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

DIGITAL WORLD PAGES ARCHIVE said...

Beautiful poem!

DIGITAL WORLD PAGES ARCHIVE 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.

Lisa said...

Thank you for stopping by with your commnet.
Stop again.
Lisa
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!