In the veil between life and death,
the deal was struck as I drew breath.
A fate which I cannot deflect,
the reaper comes now to collect.
...
Let me get this off my chest
like the ill-fitting bra
that has been suffocating
me since before dawn.
...
Life inherently moves forward,
progress, change, passing moments
racing onward until the minute
we cease and cross the veil to
...
Daises dreading the inevitable,
eventual choice of the nervous young man
scanning the flora. Never the pick, passed over
in spite their fresh, innocent appearance. Always the
...
The strumming guitar sings of life,
sings of cheer, of beauty and hope
things a heart holds so dear.
Great poets endeavor to instill
...
Long thought quiescent,
they come unbidden
the quintessence of
a flamboyant fairy tale,
...
Dawn breaks, the muted
glow of the rising sun
unveiling a masterpiece,
a still life, painstakingly
...
Bitter, icy effigy
formed haphazardly,
compacted from the
slush of gutters and
...
On New Year's Eve, it's bright and clear,
a gathered crowd lets out a cheer.
Balloons released, confetti flies
and fireworks light up the skies.
...
I'm dazed and confused, Lord
for I just don't understand,
are you tired of your choirs?
Or are you starting up a band?
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It started in my childhood,
by sixteen, I was trapped,
held firmly in nicotine's
evil grasp. Winning battles
...
Unbidden, yet not unwelcome
he whispers in my ear.
sweet lines of verse,
though unrehearsed,
...
The world streaked by me
out the driver's side window.
Glimpses of possibilities
flash and then disappear
...
A dusting shrouds its highest peak,
regal handprint of the divine.
For mortal man could not create
a masterpiece of such mystique
...
Little girl lost alone in her room
hugging her knees, as she played
the same tune, <i>sometimes it hurts
so badly, I must cry out loud<i>
...
Falling...
Steadfast, silent
Frigid frosty flakes of fluff
Drifting from December skies
...
I am a mother and grandmother with a passion for writing poetry.)
Time Well Spent
In the veil between life and death,
the deal was struck as I drew breath.
A fate which I cannot deflect,
the reaper comes now to collect.
The gifted extra twenty years;
children's laughter, heartbreak, tears,
time well spent in retrospect,
the reaper comes now to collect.
It seems the countdown has begun
the clock winds down, nowhere to run.
In fear I scream, try to object.
the reaper comes now to collect.
In the veil between life and death,
the reaper comes now to collect.
'Paradise: The place where the street of dreams and reality road intersect.'