Biography of Milda Morse
Milda Morse Poems
The Tear Catcher
I hold the tear catcher On my cheek, Capturing liquid emotions As I weep.
Twilight has past, the horizon is black, Lonely oak tree A huge lacy mass.
Mauve Colored Clover
Gather me a bouquet Of mauve colored Clover And Queen Ann Lace. Pick it from our favorite place,
Afternoon passing, Tired and blue. Remembering Heart-shaped moments.
Should you leave me, Have mercy. Take the image of you From my mind too.
I envy the moonbeam, That lights your face. The morning mist, That caresses your lips.
I step in pools of moonlight, I bathe with such delight. Please come and join me dear. We will splash throughout the night.
Spring! White magnolia blossoms Have already fallen, Withered,
Lost she whispers to her bleeding heart, Her desire for a lost soulmate too, Her voice whispers a touching tune, Flowing from her own wounds.
Just For Thee
Today I had a spurt of energy. I decided to clean house. I scurried about Like a hysterical mouse
Twilight has past, Horizon is black, Lone Oak tree Is a large lacy mass.
Geese(Poetry In Motion)
Geese very soft Startled to flight. Moving between moonbeams, Parting
The day was as expected. Misty, windy, damp and cold. Cold to your bone marrow. You shiver
Somewhere (A Poetry In Motion)
Somewhere love is perfect, Somewhere love is infallible,
The day was as expected.
Misty, windy, damp and cold.
Cold to your bone marrow.
but find no warmth.
The small group
of youthful mourners,
Cluster for the task at hand.
The father made the little wooden box.