early morning silence
and I remember –
this is where and when
my poems arrive
today
I’ve written many poems about the language arts and creativity. Here are a few favorites from my archives.
reading poetry
my coffee gets cold
guess I made it
for the fragrance
reading poems
not worried about those
I don’t understand
but perhaps will
another time
turning the page
of an older book
the age in my hands
Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation. Psalm 71: 18 (KJV)
resting my eyes
after reading for a time
raindrop catches the sun
Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.
Photos are courtesy of wpclipart.
Beautiful and thoughtful memories–the photos worth lingering on as well. Thank you.
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I can relate to the poem about the coffee… Smile
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Early morning. Silence, flowers, coffee…and writing. Ah, yes.
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