Reaching OutCome, hold my hand, reach out to forge a chain, And in the holding, I myself, am held again, Not only held, but healed, the wounds between us closed, Becoming friends, no longer fearful foes.Here, take my hand, love's offered with this clasp, Comfort and hope, for you and me within its grasp.
There's a certain harmony in rhymes. The rhythm sounds like the beat of a heart, the words like a spoken melody. Thoughts, feelings, and experiences are articulated in these lines, and every poem reflects a story. The poems found in "Heartdates: Reflections on Life" deliver such timeless...
Reaching OutCome, hold my hand, reach out to forge a chain, And in the holding, I myself, am held again, Not only held, but healed, the wounds between...
Autumn on Pender The blueberry bushes have turned a deep red, The maples, a golden hue, And rays from the sun cast their warm, mellow light, On the sparkle of morning dew. The roadside resembles a rich fall bouquet, A feast for the travelling eye, And my heart vibrates to the thrill of the morn, As I go meandering by.
Like a well loved song, the cadence of words in rhyme find their way into the heart, invoking feelings and emotions. Whether the poem is about nature, about joy or despair, about relationships or personal revelations, Heartdates II provides a link that connects us all....
Autumn on Pender The blueberry bushes have turned a deep red, The maples, a golden hue, And rays from the sun cast their warm, mellow light, On the...
