POETRY
Prismed Prisons. A poem about a wife visiting her husband in prison.
PRISMED PRISONS
She walks down cold, silent paths
Down corridors of steel
Through shackled prison walls
Houses husband to reveal.
Steps soft pace drear distance
Between spouse and spouse
Visiting today from separate lives
Each in a divided house.
His gnarled fingers worn by tests of time
Clasped in tough confusion
Cradles jaws tensed, stern
Views hard bred in seclusion.
“Be not bitter,” she tells her husband
In depression do not dwell
Remember us, your family
Live out your self-made hell.
Your children, poor and lonely
Miss close, warm family ties
Become prisoners real in walls
Unseen to agonize.
Think not that wide walls of freedom
Stand close to imprisoned few
Beyond gray bars, inside steel walls
Outside is a prison too.
– imelda dickinson
This poem is about a woman I saw, who was walking to meet her husband in a prison.
Snowflakes are the Butterflies of Winter. A beautiful poem by Gemma Davies.
I hope you will enjoy this beautiful poem written by Gemma Davies. She wrote about two of my favorite things; Snowflakes and butterflies.
Snowflakes are the butterflies of winter…
Floating around, pretty and light.
The more of them that drift around…
The more beautiful the sight.
Snowflakes are the butterflies of winter…
They make even the messiest garden, shine.
No matter if the flakes are thick and heavy…
Or just a light dusting that’s small and fine.
Snowflakes are the butterflies of winter…
Gliding through the skies, uncaged and free.
Only resting when the winds conclude…
Gently resting on every roof, hill or tree.
Snowflakes are the butterflies of winter…
Only present for such a short while.
A flying visit, and then they’re gone…
But they sure do leave a smile.
Snowflakes are the butterflies of winter…
Making your garden glisten and glow.
They go wherever they please…
And please wherever they go.
To see more of Gemma’s beautiful poetry, visit: https://hellopoetry.com/GemmaDavies
A Cozy Iowa Winter.
A Cozy Iowa Winter.
In Iowa’s winter, crisp and clear, Snowy landscapes, hearts draw near.
Families gather ’round the flame, Patriotic pride, a heartfelt claim.
Mittens clasped, in joy they roam, A quilt of love, an Iowa home.
In cozy towns where stories flow, Winter’s chill can’t dim the glow.
Neighbors meet with warmth and cheer, Iowa’s heart, crystal clear.
Sweet Nectar Symphony
Sweet Nectar Symphony. A beautiful poem about honey, that sweet nectar of the bees.
A Poem from Imelda Dickinson.com
In meadows sweet, where sunbeams play, A golden treasure hides away. Beneath the buzzing, busy bee, Lies nature’s sweetest alchemy.
Oh, sweet nectar, pure delight, A symphony of taste takes flight. Amber rivers, sticky gold, A tale of sweetness to be told.
From blooming blooms to honeycomb, A labor of love, a journey home. The bee’s dance in a floral trance, Creates a treat, a tempting chance.
Spread on toast or in tea’s embrace, A spoonful takes you to a gentle place. Nature’s gift in every drop, A taste that makes the heartbeats hop.
So savor slowly, let the flavor bloom, In every jar, a fragrant room. Oh, delicious honey, a sweet encore, A treat that nature’s whispers bore.
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Majesty
A Carpenter’s carpenter
A Carpenter’s carpenter
Hearts hurt this mourning, echoes quiet grief
For a husband-father slipped beyond autumn’s leaf
Into winter’s winds so harsh, who can bear the pains?
Yesterday his nearness felt today only his remains.
Remember love like it was, unbroken circles knew
Life’s smoothness for time as it was, he and you
Recall family’s happiness given each a measure
A Carpenter of Scripture cradles a carpenter your treasure.
Poem written October 1986
For my friend June and her family in the loss of their grown son
SOUNDS OF A SISTER
A Memorial of Kathleen Dickinson
SOUNDS OF A SISTER
Earth has music to those who will listen
Magic sounds make musical memories
Sounds of a Sister vault into family vision
Captures her warmth in late Summer’s breeze
Kathleen waves to America’s flag flying
Haiku Reflections
HAIKU REFLECTIONS
In the bay fields expanse complete lake’s glimmered glance
Quiet lovers withdraw in solitude entrusting lake’s cleansing mood
Her tears drop into soft sea taking dreams noiselessly
Waterfalls haste below to autumn’s crisp ember glow
Autumn moon, subdued to me deep in clouds, winks on silver sea
TALENT
TALENT
Aid beyond Terror’s fear
Meet Talent, with her Gift
Unique are They
Behind
Beyond
Wisdom suggests
Reminder
Across Your path
In Counsel darts
Beauty
And the
Binder
Poem by Imelda Dickinson, www.imeldadickinson.com
“A Spirit Visited” A poem about loss of son.
A Spirit Visited
Sad, dark paths sorrow leads
Where sorrow was not known
As death’s angel veiled takes away
A son, your very own
Years twenty given both of you
As parents this youth tender
Memories left now fill vaulted void
FEATHERED FLIGHT
FEATHERED FLIGHT
Decorated dancing bar for five year olds
Staged premiere audition
One smallest ballerina features capered recognition
Excited, spirit bubbling, her Dad knows her role
Pretending to be a make-believe, golden oriole
Slim legs lace hose of tan, trimmed body feathered things
Closed curtain splits! Mom proudly sits
As her daughter’s dainty feet grown visionary wings!
Poem by Imelda Dickinson
www.imeldadickinson.com
OCEAN, SANDS, SHELLS
OCEAN, SANDS, SHELLS
WHITE, BLUE CAP WAVES ROAR IN, PULL OUT
SWEEP DEEP OCEAN FLOOR
SHELLS SMOOTH, SHELLS ROUGH, POINT CURVED
PUSH ON BEACH AND SHORE
WAVES AND WINDS SHAPE
TO MY GRANDSON, BRADLEY
TO MY GRANDSON, BRADLEY
You’d never guess
What I really like
It’s red and shiny
My new red bike
It does just what
I make it do
Just watch and see
You’ll enjoy it too
When I can go
On a long, dirt path
Patches
PATCHES
Pink patches of clustered clouds hanging
On tree tops shadowed at dawn
Match puff pillows patrolling expecting
Sunrise’s splendor to look upon
Blue azure sky in heaven yawns
“Let not thy breath”
Let not thy breath utter into the wind unkindness
Icy stillness
Separates relationships
Estranged
Like strangers
A DACHSHUND’S OTHER LOVE
A DACHSHUND’S OTHER LOVE
One day I left home of my doghood, taken to a woods real from my dreams
By a person not my mistress, having a cat falling apart at her seams!
I sniffed for a long time for familiar odors of family beloved taken from me
Soon I lay on a new blanket provided by this lady who was kind as could be!
We’d run by roadways together. Smelling, snorting in Continue reading
“To a Friend” a poem of appreciation
TO A FRIEND, in appreciation
Your mixed spray of flowers lifted me at a time when spirits were low
Pastel beauteous petals extend out like a friend’s hands extend to know
Rosebud fragrance scent my office space. Once celestial Hands did form Continue reading
ANGELINA, little Teacher
ANGELINA, little Teacher
I entered Grande parlour of elegance where is placed bronze statue unique
Beside wide patio glass-paneled doors. “Shipped from Italy,†her Owner’s critique
Stepping closer, my curious nature sees child’s form, perhaps five, plus one
Clad poor, feet bare, head downcast. Continue reading
Barefoot on the Beach
Billowed, vast ocean, immeasurable seashore sand
Whispers beloved couple’s big dreams wondrously grand
Visions held in their hearts shared alone with God Continue reading
“AUTUMN’S DRESS”
Dawn’s mist fogs street silent alongside young maple tree
Shopping for approaching fall colors stationary marketing facsimile
Tweed gold filigree in earth tones weaves laced crimson colored leaf Continue reading
Poem about loss of a child.
I wrote this poem to my Niece Mary and her husband Scott about the loss of their newborn son.
If visions open vaults to see
Beyond Life to Eternity
Then, one small Stranger to you sent
Will always be a cherishment Continue reading
“Summer Surprise”
SUMMER SURPRISE
One lazy summer’s day, sunny Florida way
Sandy beach shores beckon me
Magnetized, my eyes see her mesmerized
By Creation’s Genius you’ll agree Continue reading
“Today Sleeps”
TODAY SLEEPS
Painted horizon of colored crimson
Stained aura pierce shadows gray
As Today’s clouds cloud sunset
Close in on what is Today Continue reading
“CONSCIOUS CONSCIENCE”
CONSCIOUS CONSCIENCE
Whispering in my conscience, faithful fiend to me
Discerns deceptions frock so false,, truth’s narrow systole
Chief counsel companion, divine design to mind
Speaks infinite wisdom, forewarns falsehood blind Continue reading
“Daydreams”
DAYDREAMS
On a day dreaming a day upon my soul
My mind reflects quietly thoughts to console
Faint I heard a whisper murmuring to me
Tapping my mind’s window, wanting to be free
Opening shutters, there I see my child so wee!
Imelda smiling at Myself covered with curiosity
She skipped with imagination, jumped with fantasy
Reaches her hand for mine, I felt ecstasy!
We danced round castles crystal to sit upon
Vaulted visions behind Continue reading
“A Spirit Visited” poem about loss of son.
A Spirit Visited
Sad, dark paths sorrow leads
Where sorrow was not known
As death’s angel veiled takes away
A son, your very own
Years twenty given both of you
As parents this youth tender
Memories left now fill vaulted void
Cherish them. Remember.
Though sands of life were few
His prints are left behind
Upon your night and morning Continue reading
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