She lay there relaxed
with wet eye pads
soothing her sore eyes
thoughts tumbling in her mind
like little specs of light with
words attached to them
grinning she wondered if they
would fall into verses of poetry
then thought, how sad it would be
if she couldn't read them
Thankful she still had her sight
it gave her quite a fright
to think of losing it
She prayed for all blind people
having a renewed sympathy
for all who had to live without
eyesight,giving thanks for the
blessing of imagination
etw-2008
Love and Hugs,
Sandie Angel
Rest well and dream of more poetry. :~)
Cryssa
Be always safe,
Karen
John
That is what we do....think poetry even when not thinking poetry!!
Love Tinka :)
Love,
Becca~
Luv ya...Micke
And you are correct...blessed be imagination for without it we aren't.
Love,
Bette
I can only imagine how frightened you have been with what you have been going through. I am glad according to this uplifting promising poetic express that your burdens are being released from the grip of worries upon you!
Blessing Beautiful Fellow Poetess :)
Embraced~Embrasse'
Vickie
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Sooo good to read you again; you've been missed! I've been praying hard for you; so have many others! Wonderfully inspiring, compassion-filled piece; brava!
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~ As always, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) love and prayer - an empathetic, compassionate write - beautifully imaged in verse - well done.
Karla.
Love, Christine