A poetic blog to entertain my inner muse and express the ramblings of my heart.
" I Choose the Frequency of Love"
wonderful poemALOHA ComfortSpiral =^..^=
Thank you and Aloha
So very sad.
The picture speaks of sadness...dreams gone away
Damn, who knew pillow fights could be so deadly lol
haha - yeah you better watch those pillow fights they might turn nasty..
The image of an old house does conjure up a lot of memories, ideas. Good one!
True, and I think old houses all tell a story or two.
I appreciate the pillow fight bit of humor, if only all fights were as gentle.Sad to see families fall apart.Come home or find a new dream to inhabit the room.
haha - well the pillow fight would explain all those feathers...and it is sad when families fall apart. I guess they just need to try and pick up the pieces and move on.
Sad but good.
Sad it is, but just look at that house it needs some care..How are you Gail?
"Dreams moved away." So sad. And the closing question goes straight to the heart. Beautiful, my friend.
Hi Sherry, we must keep that dream alive and let our inner child come and play...
Yes, really seems to be lost dream. Limbo Delirium Black & White Abstracts
Well where one door closes another opens...it is the way it should be..
I bought a foreclosed home. Sadly wasn't treated very well.
I am sure you gave it the needed care to make it a home. I read your book and it sure had me hooked.
Fixer Upper... I expected this poem to be about um.... me. :(
Hmm...the next one will be for you Blue..
Dreams worked on together were dashed on a split. Life's tragedy repeated every so often. Pity! Great cinquain Trudessa!Hank
The prompt filled me with a bit of sadness so I let the words spill the dollhouse had a story.
beautifully pennedMy take : A Small Home
beautiful and poignant cinquain :)
Thank you for reading :)
Fine, well written, poignant...
Thanks Berowne, that was a tough one this week for me.
That's too bad
I am sure it happens everyday somewhere...