Carolyn Brunelle Poems

Old Sailors,
too old
to sail the seas,
bound to the land
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Some perfect days
aren’t always spent by the sea
in lovely scenery.
Some are perfectly formed
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Trees begin to dance this and that-away;
skies ablaze in leaves of all colors
helps brighten the longer days.
All things have to change
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A new year begins;
a bud not fully blossomed
at the dawn of a new day.
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My candlelight flickers
In the same Delta breeze
That tosses around the trees;
Music drifts
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The smell of a memory
floats in on the breeze;
jogs the senses
pretty as you please.
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Passing time on a hot Texas day
with a little added imagination;
kids catchin' grasshoppers
with some innocent competition.
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Wisdom grown from age
Blossoms into frustration
With the cycles of life.
Matters little that I did alright,
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