"To Be A Poet at Heart"
Like the song of a lonely bird
Love would forever be the joy of life
But life is hard
And the ways are dark
Dreaming the only reminder
Of days fading away in dusk of gold
Days like this
I sit on this rock…
Behind me…
Slumbering hues of dusk
Sand hills without memories!!
My heart remembering things
Mist rising from the dark Southside
Where I wander far and wide
To be a “poet” is hard work I think
All the visions of faith and romance
Dreams of gold
But with a heart so cold
A soaring skylark’ song brings pain to my heart
Love… the only real joy in life
But life is hard
And the ways are dark
Poetry makes me drift in dreams so sweet
Slowly… soundless on cotton clouds
Hushed and still…dreaming about true love
Dreaming dreams beyond this life
But for a moment
Eager and wild are the emotions
Of the passionate but poetic heart
Copyright © 2006 Tinka Boukes
Ch'erie
Lovely writing!
Thank you,
Sheila
Susan
Sharon
TRASK
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Sand hills without memories!!
My heart remembering things
Mist rising from the dark Southside..."
Good lines all through.
Paul;-)
Passionate Poetic Hugs
Rusty
Beautiful words my friend. Always a pleasure reading your excellent poems.
When we write from the heart, then we are truly expressing ourself..
Fine poetry Tinka
Bravo
Peter
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Love,
CJ
Thanks for stopping by my pages, too. I don't get online often,
with all this publishing and editing work, but when I do...it is often
to find some nice surprises.