Spices on the shelves adds
luster to food and life.
Rich aromas drift through
my nostrils, as I enter
Grandma’s kitchen.
When the Heart Cries
The heart cries
when someone dies.
Tears fall,
they rain, they pour,
creating a deluge.
God sighs and holds us near,
Because He loves us, “So dearly.”
Stolen Moments
On a hill,
Overlooking the city,
Lights below were translucent.
Travelers were escaping,
On a journey through time and space.
Stolen moments were reflections of quietness.
Music in the Trees
A sweet lullaby
trilling music to my ears
through the lush forest.
Memories
The sound of a saxophone filtered
through the air.
the music touched my heart,
as I stood on a veranda
overlooking the sea of memories.
Mary Bone's poetry has been published at Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Poetry Catalog, The Expressive Journal, Highland Park Poetry and other places.
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