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Danette Frenz Poems
Sea Glass in Time
Sea glass in time, I hold in my hand. A creation by sand. A glass, sand glass,
Reriding the Waves of Life
Frothy waves of blue, tangled seaweed too. Salty sea air cool,
A Flower in a pot. Not sad of its lot. A lone wolf in the wild, Feeling mild not riled.
My little baby doll. A name I could call. Pink. You were oh so pink.
Light mists of rain, drizzled on the land, Turned to sheets, drenching my cold hand. Winter snowflakes glimmer in the light,
When will it get better? Times have gotten wetter. I miss you so much, This is such
Sea Glass Dreams
My head was clear, No dreams, so far I’d fear. But last night I dreamed a dream, So vivid-so it seemed.
Walking through a sunflower field. Finally let down my shield. The tears, the pain, the hurt…let go… Tightly fisted, wrenched up pain,
Times may be tough And ever so rough, This I will not bluff… How can I get over losing you?
I find myself looking for you, But it is I-who is lost. Your love, your time, How you were so kind.
Fleeing From Fleas
The fleas crawled… through… the dog’s hair, Leaving nowhere to spare. Specks of dark spots… hopping, jumping, trailing along… seeking…something.
The Snail and The Flowers
The snail… ever so slowly… creeps… its way on its path, undeterred. Carrying its weight… stained by the colors of the flowers, stirred. It lives… for the future, slithering and sliding, Over obstacles… dirt and matter… leaves and stone, gliding.
Cookies and cupcakes, What will I take?
Laughter outside, no one can deride the feeling I have, inside.
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Sea Glass in Time
Sea glass in time,
I hold in my hand.
A creation by sand.
A glass, sand glass,
Of such light mass.
It’s wrapped in jewelry twine,
Held down by a rosy stone and pearl that shine,
Next to a green quartz and a locket-two hearts, yours and mine.
It does jingle, a slight ringle-
Would it were it single?
My problems I’ve had, were quite sad.
Made me mad and I was bad.
Hurt it cut me,
A glass broken I could see.
Over time that broken glass,
Did change into a different class.
Grains that hit it,
Irritate and tumbled a ...