sunbeams bring honeyed dreams
clouded by much-gone wrong
raindrops, blue, flow in streams
glum whispers of woeful songs
sorrows grasp and now the norm
provoke anguish to a fragile heart
fears and worries a ferocious storm
flail mortals and creatures like plastic art
but raindrops, blue, sweet lullabies
lucid shadows and sunny delights
children play under clear blue skies
©Franci Eugenia Hoffman
A gander at me –
I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry, and encouraging others to pursue their goals.
Original publication – https://amanpan.com/2019/07/22/brewnspew-cafe-july-22-2019/
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Nice verse, Franci 🤗💖
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Thank you, Yassy. ❤️
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Welcome, Eugenia 🤗
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All shades and hues of life.
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Yes!
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👍👍👍
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Beautifully evoked account of the contrasts of life
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Thank you very much!
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You’re very welcome.
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The many colours of life Eugenia, but these days, I worry, where do the children play….
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Me too, Ivor! I feel the simpler and safer times are forever in the past.
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