Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

(Baltimore, Maryland)

My Ode To Love


Twirling
Falling aimlessly
My ode to love was inaudible
Whirling against the breath and sigh
Of yesterdays

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing

Submitted: Sunday, September 11, 2011
Edited: Monday, September 12, 2011

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  • Dave Walker (9/20/2011 5:37:00 PM)

    Love this. A very gentle feel to it.
    Great poem. May i invite you to
    Read my new poem called,
    Justice part 2. (Report) Reply

  • Romeo Della Valle (9/17/2011 9:47:00 PM)

    Nevertheless, your true message of love keeps coming through all your beautiful poems! 10+++ Well deserved My dear Poetess! God Bless You for always! Love and Peace! Romeo from NYC... (Report) Reply

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