MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY

wrote the following poem in remembrance of my grandmother.

Published by New Worlds Unlimited in 1982 in their anthology, Dreams of the Heroic Muse.

ROSES

Roses were her love,

Great flowing rainbows of pink, red and white.

Her children, small strangers would come

And each take home

A fist full of gaily colored affection.

Roses were her love,

And when rest had finally come from roses

Roses were hers,

Elegant creations of empty colors

Looking out on empty eyes.

Roses were her love,

And now her small garden

Has yet to discover

A rose.

I have a few different series of posts in progress: published and unpublished poems, published and unpublished short stories and views of how life has changed looking back from old age.

You will also come across the occasional essay.

Hope you enjoy these various posts.