The Colorful Blood of Fall
orchidee said:

Good write AHB.

September 11th, 2024 01:26

Cosmic Luv
A.H. Browning said:

Thank you for reading and the thoughtful comment. The picture I included of the duck is actually the one that walked right up to me.

July 27th, 2024 08:05

Enigmatic
aDarkerMind said:

a very impressive write A H Browning.

July 11th, 2024 04:46

The Day (You)
L. B. Mek said:

a lovely read, wonderful flow
thanks for sharing, dear poet

August 11th, 2022 03:35

The Cost
A.H. Browning said:

Thank you for reading and commenting.

Kindest Regards

March 3rd, 2022 08:37

Of Hopes and Dreams
A.H. Browning said:

Thank you for commenting. Sorry for your loss.

My mother had to care for my father during the later years of his life. He was diagnosed as bipolar when I was in Jr high school. That was always difficult for both him and our family. During the later years of his life, he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s. In the last several years of his life, my mother could no longer care for him because it was a full-time job and she had to work as well. We had to provide care for my father at that time. He died in 2005 due to complications from Parkinson’s disease.

For so long I had a very difficult time whenever I tried to think about and remember my parents. When my mother died from cancer in 2017, I was the last (no brothers or sisters) and executor of her estate. In recent years, going through her belongings I chanced to find a photograph of my parents before they were married, a photograph I had never seen before. It was “hidden” behind another photograph, in one of mom’s photo albums. Because of the diseases and subsequent challenges that they both suffered from, all I used to be able to think about was the bad. That photograph saved me. I finally had something, visible proof, where they both looked truly happy, before all of the painful events of theirs lives. I wrote about it and that set me free. I can finally think of my parents and feel happy for the first time in decades. I hope you will check it out. Just looked in my poems, it’s called Lost Photograph.

Kindest Regards

March 1st, 2022 09:46

Of Hopes and Dreams
L. B. Mek said:

(so well written, thanks for sharing)
really liked these lines:
\'Time held our futures concealed
Obscured in radiant, alluring enchantments
As we journeyed together eagerly
In the sunrise of emerging devotion

In growing affections, we forged our way
With impatient desire for each new day
From timid beginnings and lonely places
To a life of promise and warm embraces\'

February 25th, 2022 05:24

This Fleeting Day
A.H. Browning said:

You are so kind. May you be blessed in everything for your kind words. I wrote this very quickly, so as not to lose focus. You are so correct and I get so busy with “life” that I often forget that, as you so rightly said, “nature\'s beauty that heals by stillness”. Thank you very much for reading and commenting. Much appreciated.

December 28th, 2021 03:07

Did I Ever
Draven said:

Even though we never once crossed paths
My life is filled with they way you played it

This is so powerful

December 23rd, 2021 06:31

Did I Ever
tadzooks said:

An incredible human being.. the reason I started drumming. His musical genius opened my world to all kinds of different angles. The Professor was indeed the master.. awesome read here, love it.

December 20th, 2021 22:47

The Less I Understand
Fay Slimm. said:

You capture the feeling all preemies must have when thinking of days when survival was low for those so born before medical advancement and thank you A.H. for this caring verse dedicated to premature birth babies as reminder to value each precious day.

November 12th, 2021 16:55

The Less I Understand
Saxon Crow said:

Great poem AH.

November 12th, 2021 07:09

Into the Night
A.H. Browning said:

Thank you very much for reading and commenting. You are right in saying, “life is for living to the full, since we never know when our time is up.”

These thoughts have been rolling around in my mind for a while.

My favorite drummer, Neal Peart died from glioblastoma, an aggressive form of brain cancer, on January 7, 2020, in Santa Monica, California. He had been diagnosed three and a half years earlier, and the illness was a closely guarded secret in Peart\'s inner circle until his death. His family made the announcement on January 10.
This was never disclosed to the public during his three year battle. He chose to live life, as fully as he could until the inevitable.

October 31st, 2021 12:21

So Much More
James Michael said:

Great poem and a great song! Thanks for changing up your style a bit. It helps to experiment.

October 24th, 2021 15:00

So Much More
Neville said:


Interesting, original and under the current circumstances we each face and regardless of where we are in the world, probably very accurate too .... N


October 24th, 2021 08:40