Monday Sonnet: Hope

I’m asked to write of hope, a subject which Resists festoons of metaphor with almost The same propriety as death. Foremost Among the skills that make a poet rich

The grassroots and upper class - aren´t they wonderful!?

Something in Estonian! :)

I don't want a thing from you except me

I won't ask a thing of you all I wanted was me give me back myself & all my love & let us be.

Free a fallen star

Stars turn cold when caught in snare, left as stone, lose sparkles of their. No light within, no life, you win. Full of hope fullfill any wish. Another

They used to call me Rhubarb & Custard

A rare day alone, I took the opportunity, to take a little care of myself, I treated myself to some sunlight, as it's a bright, warm summery day, paley white speckled with pink and red,

Love Reborn

Someone else gave birth to me, but someone else gave me life. God chose them just for me. . a lonely husband and wife. They had longed for a baby, but there just could not be.

Mother

This is a chofu; similar to haiku. Its syllable count is 527527. Mother You are my mother. Your love was given unselfishly when I needed you to care. I will always love you, Mom.

King of the Castle

His name is Danny boy; but I call him, "His Highness." He came into our lives last year, an Orange and white cat. A victim of abuse, he hid in the bushes for three days, until he would venture
Gold cherry

Myth of Narcissus

...I grow impatient for spring.

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