by Alicia Beckwith


It is a very lonely person

Who writes telling of the heart.

It is a very sad person

When he just can’t start.

Inside the spirit is bound

The soul’s words cannot be found.

Only with paper and pen,

then, and only then

can his mind pour out all,

let the inhibitions fall

Cast the fears aside.

No longer need to hide.

Then he can take his pen and start

to tell of a sad and lonely heart.





Sweet Peas of summer

are popping out pink and white

shimmering, bouncing

ever so bright

shouting with summer’s glee,

“Come out, come out,

come and dance with me,”

as winds gently blow

tossing and turning

blossoms from head to toe.


Alicia Beckwith is a local poet and has been writing poetry for four decades.  Her poems have been published in book collections and magazines.