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Tag Archives: Poem
#TuesdayBookBlog ‘Mr Nobody’ by Catherine Steadman #Tanka @Audible #BookReview
From the Blurb When a man is found on a Norfolk beach, drifting in and out of consciousness, with no identification and unable to speak, interest in him is sparked immediately. From the hospital staff who find themselves inexplicably drawn to him, to international medical experts who are baffled by him, to the national pressContinue reading “#TuesdayBookBlog ‘Mr Nobody’ by Catherine Steadman #Tanka @Audible #BookReview”
#SundayWalks ‘A Second in time’ #Tanka
A Second in Time They say life changes Gradually, but it’s a lie. It happens at once. In just a second in time Everything shifts forever.
#WordlessWednesday ‘Sunset’ #Tanka
Staring at sunset Watching bright, tangerine sky Waiting for moonlight While wanning sun slides away Slipping into brand new day. ****
#SilentSunday ‘The Bell Tower’ #Tanka
The Bell Tower A leaf falls, tree weeps, Separation’s a small death, Tears tumble from sky, You ask for whom the bell tolls, I reply, it tolls for us. ****
#WordlessWednesday ‘Orange Sky’ #Haiku
Here’s one thing I know, Standing under orange sky, I’m still chasing dreams.
#SilentSunday ‘Dawn’ #haiku
Morning has broken, New day dawns over still woods, Sun smiles, hearts rejoice. Photos taken early this morning travelling to Malaga.
#SilentSunday ‘Waning Winter Sun’ #Tanka
Waning Winter Sun Seagulls frolicking Above children cavorting, While tourists relax, Under waning winter sun. Memories of summers past.
#FridayFeeling #haiku ‘A Christmas Wish’ #poem
Shades of gold and red, Memories of Christmas past, Hearts both smile and weep. I’m feeling happy and excited, planning meals and family reunions, yet nostalgic as Christmas approaches. There’s so much to look forward to, but also so many people to remember and miss. Here’s a poem for the person I miss most ❤Continue reading “#FridayFeeling #haiku ‘A Christmas Wish’ #poem”
#WordlessWednesday ‘Sometimes’ #poetry
Sometimes the sun’s gone, hiding behind fluffy, cloudy sky. Sometimes the rain comes, bringing a fresh start to a new day. Sometimes stormy days wipe out stagnant, sluggish, stuffy air. Sometimes the weather must change before it can get better. Sometimes you need to remember we’re counting on you to shine through. For A.
