HE (A new poem)

HE

by Glenda K. Fralin

I cry into the wind

so no one sees the tears.

I like it that way.

But He won’t let me,

suffer alone.

Like dialing into

my heart’s number.

He calls me to pray

on His name

for the warmth

of his breath

on my spirit.

Like the morning,

I have brightness again.

And I love it that way.

My 2 year old granddaughter in a tractor pull? Yup

To Honor our Veterans

November 11 is the day that we honor our veterans her in the USA. I invite all who wish to pay respect to these men and women whether they served during peace or wartime to add a couple of lines in the comments. Don't feel that you have to be a Shakespear to contribute. Please leave an indicator of your lines as initials or prefered web name, or your full name if you prefer. If you need to post the comment under my name adding your initials or name to your comment will allow it to be distiguished as yours.

I will start with the following.

With love to our fighting men and women

from bygone days, peace time and war.
GF

Dizzy Dance

Dizzy Dance.

by Glenda K. Fralin

Do you remember the dizzy dance?

Grandmother’s floor waxed to high shine.

Shoes off, in stocking feet,

the dining table pulled away.

Grandma plugged in that old phonograph

and on went tunes from ‘South Pacific’

or ‘Brigadoon’. Then we would

whirl and whirl in circles so fast,

till our bottoms met the floor.

Like clumsy ballerinas we’d fight to gain our balance

then skate and spin till we fell again

a festival of hapless vibrant talent.