Poetry and Emotion

The written word is a wonderful thing, it can take you where you never have been.
It can transport you from your fireside glow, to far off lands like Borneo.
It can tell of love thats pure or of passion that's not.
It can talk of murder and have a good plot.
You can lose yourself in the written word.
It can be serious or quite absurd.
When I am reading I'm lost in the page,
I play a part as if on stage.
I hear people talk in accents and things,
I can picture their faces, their frowns and their grins.
It could be a factual or a fictional book,
It does'nt matter I have to look.
Lines of prose or poetic verse,
On my knee you will see me nurse,
A book that I can lose myself in.
Yes the written word is a wonderful thing

I'm feeling rather blue today and really don't know why.
The birds are singing in the trees, the sun is in the sky.
It's just I'm feeling lonely and missing you so much.
It seems as though it's light years since I have felt your touch.
We speak upon the phone each day and I love to hear your voice.
But I'm tired of being so far away and it's time you made your choice.
Either stay up there and leave me be to live my life alone.
Or take the step you say you will move together and make a home.

 It's now 10 o'clock, the house is at peace.
 Grandchildren in bed, the laughter has ceased.
 I'm winding right down, I've had a hard day.
 Done washing and mowing and put things away.
 The dogs at my feet are dreaming of hares.
 They slumber away without any cares.
 My slippers are off, my legs are curled up.
 I've got on my comfy's (old joggers and top).
 A glass in my hand, with wine to the brim.
 The bottle now empty consigned to the bin.
 It was only half full don't think I'm that greedy.
 To drink a whole bottle would make me feel seedy.
 But a glass or two will do me just right.
 And be a nice end to a very nice night.