I sat by the fire alone,
Snug in my blanket of thoughts –
Incessant.
The wood turned Amber,
And then dark like the thoughts –
Unpleasant.

I looked out of the window,
At the snow covered stillness –
Silent.
And a loan leaf clung on,
To the lonely tree in wilderness –
Resilient.

I praised its resolve
To be connected, to stay -
Forever.
With every blow of the wind,
It grew stronger, unafraid-
Vigor.

Then came the storm
Injuring the lonesome silence –
Blood.
A battle lost, a battle won,
The flinching fist left the leaf to fall –
Thud.

I love you so much, my Mamma, darling
You mean a lot more than the world to me
I am always proud of my Mamma darling
And her novels are the BEST books to see
Please forgive me if I've ever wronged you
I love you so much, my sweetest darling
You always do cheer me up when I'm blue
You're my gentle Mom with a heart that sings
That's why I always write you poetry
Because in all the world you are the best
I love you so much, my darling, you see
And I hope to give you more time to rest
I love you so much, my Mamma darling
You're my gentle Mom with a heart that sings

*~Marian~

I know that my Mom misses you a lot
And that she loves you both so very much
And I know that I miss you a lot
Because I loved you both so very much
Dearest Cookie, I sometimes see thy face
Floating somewhere in my -yes- memory
Dearest Harold I sometimes see thy face
In my mind when I remember dear you
O! I'd love to hold you on my lap now
And kiss you until my lips feel parched and dry
O, this is not quite a Sonnet, I know
But I still want to write my feelings down
My feelings of
Y.O.U*

*~Marian~

a raven, alone in an old empty church
living by the silence of the moonlit night;
soars into the sky; crying on a silver birch
of seeing other creatures being recognized,
a raven, a captive of every old yearning vow
seeks a better place, yet wings are broken;
if only this strident world is listening now,
that raven might whisper its existence.

Escapism is a favored pastime
Only rhythm  can force a rhyme
Seven sets of open packets breathe
One green bottle is proud to lead

An empty glass has closed its vision
in anticipation of a real decision
Laughter ran into a closed and locked door
It made me smile as it fell to the floor

Hark the warnings of yesteryear
whispered from dead lips into a closed ear
When last time was a face, not a place
and all good dreams were laid to waste

Step gently onto the astral plane
when there is nothing left to gain
So many bitter pills can change the past
Coming second is like coming last

I give you my breath to light the fire
and sink into a long ago desire
With tools to unravel the bonds of Love
its easy enough to dispose of