Ann Beard Poems

I am the lonely matriarch that spends,
a lifetime - deftly catching many ends.
Connecting every loved one to a friend
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That birth should hold such promise
is pure wonder on its own.
The very act of each day waking,
Tempting seed, a new life sown.
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I have known such ignorance,
that only lonely children know.
Dabbled in stupidity, by chance,
survived, and tried to grow.
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Eyes close but do not block out sight,
I cannot sleep but toss and turn.
Not knowing where or why
my insecurity will bite.
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There is silence

in the cemetery, half a world away,
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Our world forever changes every second every day.
Nothing halts the pass of time; old age will have its way.
each mighty cliff or ancient tree will suffer the same fate
life seems just an experiment, a transitory state.
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My words collect in a nonchalant pool,
rides the waterfall with utmost grace.
At the bottom to bounce like a manic fool,
and scatter their logic all over the place.
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Was it textbook love, I am tempted to wonder

That bound us together so long ago.
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The sun....like a spotlight hangs low in the sky.

While a midwinter frost, single-mindedly slides,
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I hope all the Gods are together and watching,
nectar and nibbles arms-reach from each chair.
The atmosphere cold, eyes glued to our plight,
swamped by the volume of incoming prayer.
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