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
The Forever Of You
The forever of you Is in between all I do... In a passing field of flowers In the morning sky,
#93 Poetry In Motion These Hands
These hands hold small bowls Of muted laughter Rising with soft edges Against the sky
I Sing A Sad Song
I sing a sad song for the cold, lonely Moments no one will admit to aloud. I sing a sad song for all of the broken
A Bed Time Story
Once upon a time Once upon a dream Once upon a heart break Once uppon a tear
#haiku # 201 The Shady Garden
Shasta Dasies light My mother's shady garden Making her happy
We Said Goodbye
We said goodbye Long before this final farewell. My heart once cold to any thought Of you,
#haiku #327 Garden Treasures
Eyes behold wealth of Garden's beautiful treasures Flowers winged and scented
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
My Ode To Love
Twirling Falling aimlessly My ode to love was inaudible Whirling against the breath and sigh
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.
You told my heart farewell And I was left with unshed tears, and With a love that will deepen Throughout the coming years.
The Heart Of A Child
I think perhaps The heart of a child really is Heart shaped, Like those on valentine cards,
My Blue Poem
Writing my blue poem With my pink pen... Mellow blue, Sweet Aster sugar blue,
A Thorn Among My Treasures
Yesterday I thought I Must flee this earth To escape the memory of you And yet today, as I am living still,
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.