The River of Life

THE RIVER OF LIFE

Love is strong and constant like the river.
It can happen in a moment
Or seem distant for a time.
It has cold ripples causing shivers.
It also has warm smooth indents,
to help sooth over the pains of time.

Life’s path often twists and turns,
Changing shape as it goes.
It looks beautiful and calm
But it is often a deception
As the pains and trials don’t always show.
We don’t often find a soothing balm
To help heal the hurting inside.


Bonnie J  Hollywood-Cutts      rev: 11-4-04

© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts,

My first 3 poems on AP site

Snowy Owl

Snowy owl

It's a frozen waste land
Nothing around for miles
Only the darkness surrounds  
us as we stand there in silence.
Feeling the cold breeze that softly
blows over our faces and bare hands.

We came in search of the snowy owl
It has it's home in the old barn.
It's an eerie spooky atmosphere
with a black moonless sky.
Tommy screams, as he runs away.
Yelling I'll come back during the day.

I continued walking towards the big tree.
Wondering if the owl would be there.
I switched on my flashlight.
The snow glistens in the beam of the white light
I saw red berries centered in the green leaves.
I moved forward,with my light upon the branches
There I saw the owl watching me.

Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
11/7/2014

© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts, 

The owl

The owl

The big old snowy owl
hoots an eerie sound.
Shattering the silence.
Sending small animals scurrying away.
Some in the bushes,
others climbed the trees.
and still others go under ground
I giggle softly knowing,
that the owl isn't on the prowl

Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts

© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts, 10 months ago

wrote  3 poems  today for the  contest  for new  comers.   I shared   entered  one of  them . This is one of the other 2

Winter

Winter

Winter is finally here.
The pond is frozen.
The atmosphere is filled
with holiday music and cheer.

Upon the hill is the big tree
decorated with bright bows and balls.
In the colors red, white and green.
The branches draped with strings of berries 

Our excitement and smiles grow,
as the snow softly falls upon our faces.
While we lace up our ice skates.
We get up singing joyfully as we go.

Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
11/7/2014

© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts, 10 months ago

this  is  the third  poem  from today that I  wrote from the  words list of the new member's  contest