A mother, wife and civil servant, a conscientious citizen and patriot ----- my abiding love for books has made me try my hand at writing poetry, none of which is anything but the strictly spontaneous outpouring of a mind that prizes truth and harmony, above all else.
(1)
the stillness of dawn
petals dance upon the breeze
eloquent silence
(2)
feathery white clouds
playing tag languorously
a divine play field
(3)
dusk settles down softly
wings aflutter they return
as do souls one day
(4)
star studded darkness
descends swiftly, surely
healing weary souls
(5)
sliding into dreams
traversing strange new lands seeking renewal
as I turned the socks inside out
to put them in the laundry
I had a moment of epiphany
Is this why He makes us undergo
all manners of misery ---
to get our souls squeaky clean?