Tag Archives: comfort

Hidden tales

Posted on March 28, 2017 by Sue Vincent

A veil of silence closes around the stories of my day. They are stories of love, and of loss, and of the heartache that we each experience at some point in our lives. Of the tragedies played out behind staid … Continue reading →

Posted in Life, Love | Tagged being there, comfort, grief, loss | 2 Comments

Horizon by Luccia Gray #writephoto #amwriting #poetry Don’t Weep

Posted on March 15, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Don’t weep. When I’ve flown Through the pool In the sky. I’ll dive Through the clouds In the heavens. I’ll wave At the sea, And smile Continue reading: Don’t Weep

Posted in photo prompt, Poetry | Tagged child, comfort, loss, love | 4 Comments

Horizon by Ritu #writephoto

Posted on March 14, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Dear You, Sitting here, watching the sun slowly set, I feel a sense of peace finally come over me. It’s been tough these last few weeks. I wasn’t able to get away from anyone. I know they were being considerate, … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt | Tagged comfort, grief, loss, love, memories | 6 Comments

Dreamlight from rivrvlogr #writephoto

Posted on August 8, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Ken at rivrvlogr: Dreamlight Dark and long, this passage seems When they visit in my dreams Those I’ve loved, now lost to me Troubles gone, their souls set free Bathed in light as they appear Dark succumbs … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Poetry | Tagged comfort, loss, ove | 4 Comments

Liminal– from willowdot21#writephoto

Posted on August 5, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from willowdot21: The Dark, A Nonet. It was so cold and it was so dark I was lost and fear was growing In my soul.No light was there. Thousands of souls reached out From the past to me Continue … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Poetry | Tagged ancstors, comfort, nonet, souls | Leave a comment

Ghosts #midnighthaiku

Posted on July 14, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged comfort, fire, haiku, memory | 9 Comments

Comfort zone

Posted on July 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

I view the creation with pride and desire, I’d need a stepladder were it any higher; The bed now comes up to my waist, it is true, But the best thing about it? The mattress is new. * It has … Continue reading →

Posted in Humour, Poetry | Tagged comfort, moving house, new mattress | 33 Comments

An unmade bed

Posted on November 8, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I open one eye, check if it is anywhere near daylight and get up anyway in search of coffee. Maid service would be nice, but although she wears the regulation black and white uniform, Ani makes terrible coffee and I … Continue reading →