To fly like a bird, to have wings
To fly like a pig (if pigs could fly)
Over Battersea Park Power Station
A dart hitting the bullseye at the Palais
An airy spirit, a William Shakespeare, an Ariel
To be an angel on a wing and prayer
To see the Northern Lights in Norway.
Some interesting wishes. Not sure what is so cool about flying over Battersea Park Power Station?
I was fortunate not to have to go to Norway.
One below zero, crystal clear, night when I was 17, leaving the 4 lane bowling alley where I worked setting pins for the local Catholic Church. I was about halfway home, when above me, spreading from the zenith outward in every direction were Northern Lights in red, yellow, green and blue. A spectacular sight over North Central Wisconsin that is very rare and very few people will ever see when they think of Northern Lights as the usual undulating blueIsh-green curtains normally seen.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
I was fortunate not to have to go to Norway.
One below zero, crystal clear, night when I was 17, leaving the 4 lane bowling alley where I worked setting pins for the local Catholic Church. I was about halfway home, when above me, spreading from the zenith outward in every direction were Northern Lights in red, yellow, green and blue. A spectacular sight over North Central Wisconsin that is very rare and very few people will ever see when they think of Northern Lights as the usual undulating blueIsh-green curtains normally seen.
Ron