Theresa Ann Moore Poems

The pieces of a nonexistent puzzle
Exist in the crevices of imagination
Be selective… pluck the fruit wisely
Squeeze out every ounce of fascination
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Between the scenes of an ordinary day
A gaze transpired… concocting suspense
Not knowing whether to smile or turn away…
Disregard or allow a connection to commence
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Remembering as a young child… many years ago
Lying awake... hopeful in my warm cozy bed
Listening to the quiet of the falling snow
Hearing soft footsteps…not a word was said
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What is time… a moment...today
Never to be repeated exactly the same
Shared in unison with frolicking joy
Traveled solo within a somber mind
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A lovely flower is blooming
In the meadow
A delightful pleasure—unassuming
Freely scattered—not in a row
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A blanket of night sparkle forms...
Melting as the day warms
Orange pumpkins have rounded
With their beauty…we are astounded
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Grains of sand take command
As insignificant specks
Accumulate and expand
Extending beyond complex…
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The rhythm of life
Has an enthralling beat
Echoing to the toes of your feet
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Change is in the air
Exemplified by a chill
A vaporous breath is expelled
Hopes for balmy days go downhill
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Black and white photos
Captured the little girl I once was
A one year old with fascination
Recorded by time lapse pauses
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