Hello everyone and welcome to my little website! I have some of my own poems listed here and some of my favorites from other poets. Please browse around, check my blog if you would like to see what I have been up to lately, check the events to see where I will be and of course click contact if you would like to communicate with me.
Think happy thoughts, Always… Imelda
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Ineluctable Invitation. A free-form vignette by Brad Saint George
A whisper, soft, quiet, faint…
“Come closer, be curious, what could be inside?”
Silken threads, a doorway for you.
Still, quiet, dark and deep.
What secrets sleep within these silken walls?
Yet something stirs inside the cave.
Quick as lightning.
A gentle pull, a subtle twist and soft embrace—
The spider dances, gleeful anticipation of the feast.
Ineluctable Invitation.
Photo and free-form vignette by @BradSaintGeorge
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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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Personolly Yours Too is now available!
I am excited to announce that my latest book has just been published and is available on Amazon. Thank you for everyone who helped me. 🦋
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