Priscilla's poems

[Priscilla]

Well, I've offered to host in the Poetry Forum, so I thought I might put up a few of my old twaddles. It's been ages since I've written anything. Being happy and busy are not really conducive to the angst that produces a lot of poetry! ;) Most of mine did not rhyme. I've enjoyed reading yours, and now you can have some of mine, and I'll be around! :ok: :D Oh, I forgot, I almost never do titles, just dates, and some of them don't even have years on them. :noface:

Feb. 25

Wearing out,
running dry.
Using my share
of words, meanings;
more than my share.

Still, out it comes
frantic, stumbling, hard.
Rhythmic pulses in my head;
force pen to paper.

So painful, such hurt,
so tired, so slow.
(All) gone.



and one more for now . . . Feb. 20, 1977

If I could take this photograph,
make it large to fill a wall.
The view would still be the same,
Your eyes would not shine out at me.
What's the use of photographs?

I don't want false reminders,
I want to be with you.
Your picture only makes me sad.
I'd burn it if it wasn't all I have.
I'll never take your photograph again!

[Priscilla]

Cheek to cheek, my little boy
Not old enough to understand
what real hugs are supposed to be
still, knowing that you want one,
you press your velvet cheek to mine
and say in tiny, loving tones . . .
"HUG" and I "hug" back!

No more a little child
You still let your old mom
steal that occasional moment
and cheek to cheek, we turn back time
while once again we share
the gift you gave to me
a "Freddy hug."

[Dawn]

Very good, Sis! :hugs: I'm usually not a poetry type person (mostly because I don't "get" them) but I understood yours just fine. :ok: