Monica Engeler Poems
|81.||What Is The Name Of The Game?||6/2/2007|
|84.||The Dark Room||2/16/2005|
|86.||The Wicked Brush||12/17/2004|
|87.||A Cats Life||4/19/2006|
|89.||Fighting For Hope||12/19/2015|
|90.||Music, It's Everywhere||10/17/2008|
|91.||The Ring (A Christmas Story)||11/25/2006|
|92.||Jack Frosts Winter Snow||2/16/2014|
|93.||Dreams Of Better Days||7/15/2008|
|94.||Lost In The Moment||2/20/2005|
|95.||A Blank Page||1/14/2008|
|96.||Wishing For Summer||2/28/2005|
|97.||Good By My Friend||12/15/2004|
|98.||A Christmas Wish||11/25/2005|
Comments about Monica Engeler
A Blank Page
When I look down at a blank page,
I see only white paper and no marks
It waits for my pen to create something
Like a poem or drawing in its final stage.
It’s an adventure waiting to be born.
There are so many ideas to design,
But how to start is always the hard part.
Slowly my pencil scribbles some forms.
Those lines just danced round and round.
This time my views weren’t made of words
But of a sketch of beautiful snow mountains,
With cows and goats marching the grounds.
When I finally finished my illustration,
I framed it, and hung it in ...
Dreaming Of Wimbledon
Do you remember the long hours of practice?
Hitting those yellow tennis balls over the net
A forehand, a backhand time and time again
Do you think all the work is all really justice?
Did you ever wish of making the big leagues?
At least making it big in your favorite pastime,
Tennis the most frustrating game I can think of,
One day you win big, then you fall to pieces.