Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Now in this moment...


Reflecting on our day together
In the quiet of late afternoon
The light begins to fade
In a dream-like atmosphere
The sun low in the sky
Leafy shadows dance on the wall
In this silence 
So close, now in this moment
My eyes, holding your gaze
Longing for you
To love me…

Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
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Saturday, February 13, 2016

Songs of Flowers



I love the song
Of meadow days
Of grasses sighing
On the softest breeze
The muted tones
Of morning light
The scent of flowers
Wild and fair
Floating sweetly
On the summer air
The songs of flowers
Everywhere…


Poem by Dianne Dawes ... ♥
For my dear friend C.B.
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Monday, January 25, 2016

Soft Morning Sky...



Soft morning sky...
On waking, in those first moments
Of consciousness
In the softness and the quiet
My thoughts meander
Amidst the beauty of your light
And drift as if floating on a cloud
Your promise of a new day
Wraps my heart in hope
That one day the dreams
I have just left
Will become a reality...

Poem - Dianne Dawes ...♥
Morning Sky Image from Internet - Source Unknown
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Friday, January 15, 2016

Vale Alan Rickman

21st February 1946 - 14th January 2016

I was so very saddened and shocked to hear of the death of Alan Rickman, one of the best-loved and most warmly admired British actors. A wonderful man and magnificent actor playing roles of many characters both in films and on stage, a man with the perfect voice.To me he will always be the kind and honorable Colonel Christopher Brandon in the 1995 screen adaptation of Jane Austen's novel Sense and Sensibility. Rest in peace dear Alan, you will be forever in our hearts, your legacy eternal.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

If I could...





If I could paint you a meadow
Of soft sighing grasses
I would fill it with wild flowers
Of every colour, every hue
If I could paint you the sky
It would be of brightest blue
With white wispy clouds
And the sun shining through
If I could paint you a meadow
It would be my gift just for you…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
For my friend C.B.
Vienna, Austria
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