Wilderness Blues- Ramblings from the Great Land

As most of you who follow this blog know, I don't do poetry as a general rule. However, since joining Fan Story, a writer's web site, I've read some really exceptional poems. This is one that I read the other day by a gal who writes some of the most wonderful poetry a person could read. Her name is Adonna Gipe and she has at least one book for sale on Amazon. The title is Songs Before Dawn. It's a good read for those who enjoy poetry, and even for those who may not enjoy it. She's a sweet gal and a wonderful writer. I hope you enjoy this offering that she gave me permission to share. Were Every Star a Poem ... by  MissMerri     If only I could tell you how much you mean to me. But I have only decades. I'll need eternity. Your wit and charm beguiled me. I thought, could this be love? But knew, with you, forever would not be long enough. If only I could tell you how rich you've made my days. You've filled my life with laughter and fun ten thousand ways. Yo...

I recently read this delightful poem on Fan Story, a writing website. This poem is by my friend Adonna, Marie Gipe. She's an exceptionally talented writer, and had penned a vast array of wonderful poems. If you should enjoy this poem, she has a book available on Amazon titled - Songs Before Dawn . It's filled with all manner of great poems. I've never cared for poetry before, but after reading various offerings from some of the poets on FS, I've found a new appreciation for poetry, something  even I am surprised by. I hope you enjoy this.                     Hidden Treasure  -  by Adonna Marie Gipe                            A young girl named Angela, quiet and slight,                       lay down in her bedroom to ponder her plight.              ...

Another Day Closer by Mrs. K T                                               morning skies bring more grey clouds and spitting rain-                       filthy windows Her kitchen counter is covered with friends' good  intentions: covered casseroles and sugar-laden desserts. No more room for anything. Refrigerator is full, and so is the freezer. No desire to eat. Someone chipped one of her favorite rooster dishes. Perhaps  tomorrow she will walk to the post office and mail thank-you notes. Even sweep the front porch. Maybe fill the birdfeeders. But today, she remains inside, listening for echoes of his laughter. She picks at a  slice of cold lasagna. Needs more sauce. Her eyes are heavy, but no sleep comes. She wanders throughout empty rooms, clutching a cup of stale coffee she has...