Widow, one daughter, retired NHS employee. Interests include classical music, birds, walking not too far! ! , and of course, writing poetry.
'Oh sweet breath of eternal life
Dance ever `pon her silent breast
Released from pain and worldly strife
The one I love is laid to rest'
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After the rain the air is sweet
With glist`ning pools beneath my feet
Raindrops dripping down from the eaves
Teardrops slipping off shining leaves
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I close my eyes to find a place
In different time and different space
And in imagination find
A cloistered arbour for my mind
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A single rose with thorny stem
On mother nature`s tattered hem
Which no-one cares to steal away
So left to wither and decay
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Such princely and linguistic feats
As penned by Shelley, Byron, Keats
Though rich and eloquently grand
Are oft` too deep to understand
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