Pen to paper merge within a special place in time
Of inspiration’s prompting to sit and write a rhyme
Evoking hidden feelings lying deep within my soul
Traversing through my memories I find I can extol
Remembrance of the years as they pass swiftly by
Yearning for a glimpse of hope for dreams that didn’t die

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on May 22, 2011, in poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. A well-written poem stunningly illustrated. Those “hidden feelings” that come up and the phrasing and so forth can turn out to be a surprise … thank goodness, often pleasant.

    Nicely done. Poem on …


  2. ‘Yearning for a glimpse of hope for dreams that didn’t die..’ – what an inspiring and beautiful concluding line..thank you for sharing.


  3. beautiful….

    each poet has a take, yours is unique aND COOL.



  4. A lovely exercise.I admire your Poetic sense and wisdom.May God bless you with all success!


  5. Beautiful poem and very elegant too!


  6. Fantastic flow and image!


  7. Dreams that don’t die bring pleasure oftimes. Enjoyed your poem.


  8. Each line stands by itself as a start to another piece.


  9. Beautiful! I am awed by those who can speak volumes in but a few magnificent words! (I tend to ramble)


  10. May we all pursue relentlessly the dreams that will not die.


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