Biography of Cathy Hodgson
I try to be a inspiration in what I write. Poems, songs, and stories. I write in simple form for the average reader to understand. I sometimes get a little quirky in my writing, but that makes it fun!
I do a lot of creative things like photography, paintings, making jewelry and so much more. I like cooking and baking. I enjoy reading a good book..
I am 80% deaf. I'm happily married..With a grown daughter and son..
Cathy Hodgson's Works:
Cathy Hodgson Poems
I gaze upon snow distant meadows Diamonds glisten like rare jewels I dream of mirror pools in your eyes Enchanted with never ending blue oceans
Every morning it's a trip to the Sea. To watch the ships as they flee. Oh Bessie can't you see, He's never coming back to thee.
Moon And Sky
I fell in love with your whisper Yet on poetry dreams Your breath on my neck chased loneliness Your presence dwells in my palm
Tour Of Autumn
Autumn rain chilly and bold Soon winds come drenching cold Colors whisper to light the fire Autumn weather has warm desire
It’s All So Lovely
Oh the pride that the Father gives His beauty touches me deep Green tree branches sway The wind, I am glad to feel
Painting Tomorrow Blushing pink sunset peeks beneath Oak limbs shadowing tranquil evening
Appreciate each fleeting blossom Existent reality expresses epic love story
Longing heart walks up the dark trail It whisks through the mind in a melancholy The lonely heart cries for the touching surge Smiles change to down cast hills and rain filled valleys
Elusive Dream (echo) Night has no grace without moonlight yet heavy clouds burst in pouring rain
While Your Sleeping
While your sleeping I tap out keys Writing what the mind sees Will it be some sad muse
A note to self Anger serves no purpose It doesn’t satisfy the wounded
May Peace Prevail
May Peace Prevail on Earth May loins sleep and tigers not hunt
This morning moon shines blue Peeking sun steps up to watch Having delight to see her in grandeur Crisp morn waves a wand of delight
The Cat And The Poet
They frolic along with their artistic human Bringing them comfort and muse Sometimes to lay at the feet To warm your toes with their furry blanket
The House On The
The trees they sway and reflect from the broken glass window
The flash from the approaching electrical storm is the only light seen from it's pane.
The torn curtain looks like a human disfigured and old..
Watching for the uninvited guest
The old black iron gate makes for a nervous moan.
As it sways with the wind.
In the distance a wolf cry's as the moon is covered by a dark cloud.