Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Biography of Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
I am a poet who loves to sing...Currently I coordinate a reading program for pre-school children in Tappahannock, Virginia. I was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland and have lived in Millers Tavern, Virginia for the past 15 years. My fourth book of poetry 'Let The Music Play' has just been published...September 2010...isendyouarose.esty.com for purchase
Dorothy (Alves) Holmes's Works:
1. People Talk
2. If Butterflies Are Free (Out of Print for now)
3. Somebody Said
4. Let The Music Play
5. Looking Up From Down Here
Dorothy (Alves) Holmes Poems
A Salute To Spring...Spring Time The Bes...
Spring in my step Spring in the air Spring! Spring!
Hurry Hurry Spring
Is it spring yet pestered the daffodils in shades of yellow delight.
I Owe A Debt To Spring Ii
Oh, I owe a debt to spring! She brought me wild flowers and Hardy daffodils, Beautiful, velvet, green carpeted hills.
My Ode To Love
Twirling Falling aimlessly My ode to love was inaudible Whirling against the breath and sigh
We Said Goodbye
We said goodbye Long before this final farewell. My heart once cold to any thought Of you,
#188 Haiku The Mountain Lion
Some cats climb mountains Beautiful strong swift creatures Born free let them be
I Owe A Debt To Spring
Oh, I owe a debt to spring, She brought me wild flowers And hardy daffodils Beautiful velvet green carpeted hills.
#217 Haiku Happiness Found
Your burst of laughter An exploding waterfall Bring me happiness
Acrostic #3 Phone
Placed in Houses and Offices for News and
#192 Haiku Palm Trees
Palm trees grace landscape purple horizon graces Blue sky, river
A Garden's Poem For Spring
Hear the buzz of the bees? See the blooming of the trees? Hear the birds as they sing... Wake up! Wake up! Sleepy heads
#359 Haiku River River
River sings love song Your laughter riding the waves Fills my heart with joy
Acrostic #4 Shoes
Soft and confy inside Hard on the feet sometimes Often Elevating one's
Snow Days Snow Days
School's closed children chant Please be quiet parent's rant
My mind, thrashing about, fighting the reality
That you are no longer here.
My world, so full of your absence,
Our house, wasting away in quiet despair.
A table setting for one now, if at all;
No loathsome smell of magic shave.
No sweet aroma of your cologne.
Our half empty bed, and no love sounds.
Yesterday I reached out for you, forgetting.