IN TONES OF GRATITUDE
Once broken by adversity
with tragedies of fate she’d known
she slept a long and restful sleep
and woke to hear the sound of bells
that tolled for her.
Within the embers of her world
her sorrows passed like evil dreams
and from the ashes sprang a flame
with warmth that roused her waking heart
and lit her sunless world.
Declusion left in distant dreams
she rowed toward romantic shores
no more she stayed irresolute
by natural impulse she enthralled
in tones of gratitude.
-
Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: March 27th, 2018 01:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Plus some primroses in the garden - I've stopped adding the header - I do find the fact it moves up and down when the curser passes over it to be a tad annoying.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 34
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, Lorna.
Offline)
Comments7
A fine write M. Hope her boat had no holes in it? Did she get to the other shore, wherever she was going?!
There is a hole in the top - that's how she got in it. Cheers O
Beautiful write Michael, you old romantic you.
I'm a real softie - thanks Andy
A woman's answer to adversity so aptly described in this super write Michael.
I'm exposing my feminine side Fay - thank you for your kind words
A brilliantly penned poem, Michael! So vivid!
As vivid as the beautiful primroses from your garden (I assume)!
~Laura~
Appreciate your comment and, yes, it's in the garden blooming its head off along with others.
Let the blooming bloom its head off! 😊
THANKS MIKE ~ Sound like all the Ladies ~ I have ever known ! Knocked down ~ BUT ~ never knocked out ! Love PRIMROSES ~ very PRIM & very ROSY ! Sorry you've dropped the HEADER ~ write to JULIAN ! I love them and mine (PETS) is very apposite today ! Love the tenor of you ode ! Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian - it's just the way they wobble all over the place distracting from the actual postings.
No cursor jumping so the picture was perfect - my your gardens are so far advanced from ours at this time of year..... loved the positive of this poem! She's chooses happiness!
Ah but it's spring - and another photo tomorrow. Thanks Lorna.
She got there yet - in that boat - wherever she's going?!
It's a rowing boat (well actually it's a row boat - the boat isn't rowing - she is) - she can only see where she's been.
Ahh is she going to Bognor?! Or some say Margate is the worst now. Dunno - not been for years.
3 more comments
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.