by Wanda L. Harrell
Sunday, November 10, 2002
Rated "G" by the Author.
Print Save Become a Fan
Recent poems by Wanda L. Harrell
Nothing is Forever
A Small Child's Autumn
>> View all 210
© 2000, Wanda L. Harrell
Countless are the ribbons wild, the ribbons tame
Of known colors, and some colors without even a name
Intricately they are woven, around and through my heart
Hopelessly unable to distinguish where they conclude or start
Some are so entangled that is is impossible to know
Which of them is new and which of them is old
To the integrity of my heart, each ribbon provides a clue
For, intertwined with the worthy ones of a brilliant hue
Are the ones faded, not with age, but with shame
So it is for these ribbons only I who can lay claim
Revealing the true colors of my not so perfect heart
Oh, these ribbons wild, these ribbons tame
These ribbons of worth, these ribbons of shame
OFFICIAL WANDA L. HARRELL WEB SITE
Want to review or comment on this
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Ribbons and emotions everywhere. In the air in your hair. Bill|
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Beautifully woven ribbons of emotion, Wanda.
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$