Joan Marques Poems

Imagine the catastrophy
If we could capture time in a bottle
Lasting would not only be delight
But also moments of emotional throttle
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Distinguished are those
Who ever experienced the agony
Of a heart torn apart
By the loss of something dear
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You, to me, were like tomorrow
Always just a day away
Sometimes I would get so close
And you'd seem only a minute from me
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Lost is the day in which you have not found fulfillment in any area: work, private, or social.

Lost is the day in which you have not found a reason to smile: not about others, and not about yourself.
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Driving on the usually well-paved,
Broad streets of L.A.
I sometimes wonder
If those who have always lived here
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As the dirty water seeps
From the outdoor 'room of ease, '
Forming a fusty puddle, in collaboration
With dry leaves, rotting olives,
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There, on the floor,
Lies my romantic moment.
Shattered to pieces
By an inconsiderate word.
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Behind us
lie millions of lives -
converted to history
in fading shades of gray.
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A leaf in the wind
I am,
Floating through time and space.
Purposeless sometimes,
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The sun smiles at the dancing butterflies
As clouds play tag in the heavenly skies
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