The perfect day sits in old photographs
on mantlepieces and console tables
but it was never really perfect.
Moments of it may have been,
...
I watch my grand-daughter
as she looks up at the sky.
'Tiny aer-o-p'anes' she squeals.
...
It spoke of
undiscovered treasures,
conjured places she'd visit
one day.
...
They spat me out one winters day, I had no choice, I had no say so pull a chair up, join me do and I might write a rhyme or two.)
Perfect Day
The perfect day sits in old photographs
on mantlepieces and console tables
but it was never really perfect.
Moments of it may have been,
but marred by irritating blips
that we chose to forget.
We coloured in the rest
in shades of rose,
boasted the day
was flawless.
On behalf of all fellow poets, PH family and our Mahakul family we offer a title of honour to poetess Ruth Walters as, Flowery Sunrise. From today on-wards she will be known as Flowery Sunrise Ruth Walters. This title of honour is offered to her due to her outstanding contribution to the world literature and her high standard poetic perseverance. We hope all poets and visitors will like this.
No awkwardness just sheer smooth reality and\or humour leaves the pages of Ruth Walters...A Great Poet! and a rarity in woman as she is really funny when she wants to be...
Your an amazing poetess :) Your poetry is brought alive in front of the face, and shows all the possible colors.
Just a fantastic poet and Well rounded in her pursuit of her Great prose.