Poems from PoetryMom
Mother of six... wife of one. Three dogs, three cats, one horse. Living my poems, Writing about my life and family.
Damp and dreary today dawns, settles 'round my shoulders with a weary sigh. Mo(u)rning mists my glasses as I shuffle through leaves fast...
Quilted reflections patch their way onto the page as if outlined with silken threads, scrolled - more often typed. Sometimes the fabric is...
I inhale the aroma
of deep fried pastries with powdered sugar
Brahman bulls, pigmy goats, horses,
occasional whiff of weed ...
Young son'...
Is there not a bit
of an imp in every boy,
a puck, a pixie, rascal or sprite
that beguiles more than pesters,
teases not torments -
molds...
As the heat of day is flung
into evening's dusky sky,
I, beneath straw-brimmed hat
glance askance at you, reach for your hand,
point to...