Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Connie

I have written a series of these word pictures of people who have touched my heart.  There are possibly more to come.


Connie

smile, bubbles of mirth
a gentle thrill of breeze
upon my fevered searcher brow
water witch of oceans, mother
conjures hopes of peace
then feasts of laughter
warmth against the frosts of doubt
joyful harbour, rest at last
within the love of Connie.

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Jannie Breedt December 1, 2017 at 12:35 AM Beautiful Patricia Cresswell December 1, 2017 at 5:57 PM Thank you.

Dale Gregory Cozart November 7, 2017 at 4:49 PM What you've just described is a person faceted as a crystal. Well done, indeed. Patricia Cresswell November 7, 2017 at 5:10 PM I tried to describe her in just such a way. Thank you for your kind observation.

Vijay Pandit November 7, 2017 at 4:31 PM Lovely word picture--a kind tribute to Connie! Patricia Cresswell November 7, 2017 at 5:07 PM Vijay thank you she is, although we have not seen each other for a while, a terrific. Perhaps even more so.