Carla J Nelson
I've been writing poetry all my life. In recent years, my focus has been on herbs and fairies in the garden. In 1993, I began writing and publishing Herb Gatherings, The Newsletter For The Thymes, which was in publication for seven years with subscribers all over the US and in 14 foreign countries. I now maintain a website of fairy and herb delights, including recipes, poems, garden and craft ... more »
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Carla J Nelson Poems
Betrayal's Aftermath The assault comes unexpectedly. It catches you
An Ode To Old Age
Eyes bagging? Skin cragging? Butt dragging? Energy flagging?
Fairy Dust Invitation
If you have a special garden, Where flowers and herbs abound, Then take a pinch of fairy dust, And sprinkle it around.
The Fairy Nursery Tree
The West Wind whispered, "Come away. There's a sight to see in the woods today." I followed where the West Wind led, Past nodding violets, through ferns we sped.
If I Won The Lottery
If I won the lottery, I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd hire myself a gardener, Maybe even two.
Making Fairy Dust
Want to attract a fairy? Here is what you have to do. Make a bit of fairy dust, With sparkles through and through.
Ah Mint. Amen!
It can take away your headache, And relieve your upset tummy. It can make your house smell fresher, And your tea taste extra yummy.
If death takes you from me early And I'm left to journey on, I know the soul that bides within you Will transcend your body when it's gone.
The Wort Report
A fellow named Mort, A professor of hort, Was eating a torte Of the savory sort,
Tea And Worts
Tea & Worts The ladies of Lopper, Convened over tea.
The Walnut Man
The Walnut Man He died in July at the age of 91, And I did not mourn his passing.
Gypsy Yearnings Wanderlust is tucking, At the gypsy in my soul,
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The assault comes unexpectedly.
It catches you
Overwhelmed with grief,
You pray for death to release you.
Any death - to stop the pain.
But death does not come.
The world as you knew it is in ruins.
Life goes on.
You drag yourself
Out of the rubble and the muck.
You claw your way to firmer ground.
You build anew.
Only this time,
You anticipate the perils that lie in wait,
You shore up the foundation better.
You build a fortress.
You vigilantly guard the door.