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Holly Ward Poem
If this hat could talk, it would tell you many things
Emotions from the heart, and the beginnings of many dreams.
This hat would reveal about the long drives taken along the open road
Where the summers stayed hot and the winters were cold.
Where love was in bloom and marriage could not come any faster
When a moment stood still, waiting to hear for an answer.
A time for listening to laughter, with children, family and friends
About loss and heartache, when a loved ones life ends.
Oh the stories this hat could tell with recollections to disclose
Like secrets that have been hidden, never to be told.
This hat is special, one of a kind, so you see
Dear to my heart with a lifetime of memories.
Copyright © Holly Ward | Year Posted 2013
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Pirouettes to shore
Dancing in the summer heat
Awake and alive
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Blues and white blowing
On top of green, peeking through
Spring new beginnings
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Starts under cold ash
The wisp of the wind; dancing
Sparks fly and coals glow
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Love is blind in the most peculiar way
Since some cannot see the obvious in front of them
And they often stay.
Or the anguish of a torn soul; existing in a shell
Beat down to the core, though most couldn’t tell.
The invisible shards of a heart, where love use to grow
Where fantasy took plight and then reality started to show.
But…….....
There were always more layers, than what was in sight
An evolution of a spirit, that is now free to take flight.
Soaring through the skies of life and knowing who they are
No more stories of lies or deceit; instead the healing of a scar.
Misfortunes disappear, like a slate wiped clean
New beginnings and happiness which are now sewn back at the seams.
A tragedy gone and a triumph has prevailed,
A start to recovery and with it a new story to tell.
Copyright © Holly Ward | Year Posted 2013
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Death left the door to opened to its soul one day,
Where dreams escaped and wanted to play.
They danced about, where the bluebonnets grow,
Along a colored path to and fro.
Mortality treasures of life’s great gifts,
Beautiful memories for those who need to wish.
A vulnerable side that no one sees,
Of deaths true colors and all it breathes.
Down the path of travel, death makes its way,
With visions that follow to brighten the gray.
Death became enchanted when her dreams came out,
For all to see what living is about.
Copyright © Holly Ward | Year Posted 2012
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Twilight symphony
Fireflies glow;crickets will croon
Deep South serenade
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Rocking on my front porch,
watching fireflies twinkling,
harmonizing to an illumination of stars......
as they dance from the heavens above.
Chasing winds cool my face....
with the sweet smell of honeysuckle,
grabbing hold of my senses.
The resonance of laughter
in my children’s voices, echoing.....
a tune, from an open window.
Reminding me of pure happiness and love......
and all that is good in the world.
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Honeysuckle scents so strong, lingering through the air
Pulling me closer to the memories that I remember were there.
The summer I wanted to feel everything, as you pulled close to me
Waiting for our first kiss, that brought me to my knees.
A secret romance, no one in our world could know
A flame burning and hot, as we connected, soldering us both below.
The feeling of the cool grass under my skin with your warm embrace
As our bodies, become one soul under the stars, flying off into space.
Honeysuckle scents stay on mind as summer comes again
And I meet with you under moon, loving you a lifetime as we transcend.
Copyright © Holly Ward | Year Posted 2013
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Blonde, blue is what I see
Running around along the trees.
Essences of life with all of its wonder
The brightest lights in a world of somber.
A question to an answer I didn’t see before
With love, jubilation and what I adore.
How simplistically put, but which is true
My picturesque dreams, of blonde and blue.
Copyright © Holly Ward | Year Posted 2012
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