Theresa Ann Moore Poems

A flowing brook is consciously
punctuated by nature’s art
Lovely wild roses unpretentiously
take hold of a gentle heart
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A Smile

My mind swims with thoughts of his magnetic charms.
His captivating smile created a longing to be in his arms.
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My dad loved to play the violin.
Magic strings held secrets within.
A galloping bow played a rhapsody.
Rosin added a pulse to the melody.
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Recently I took a trip to the California shore.
On the way back home, I found an open door.
We landed in Chicago to eat dinner and confer.
At the gate entrance we waited for our transfer.
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Making a decision is a responsibility
A choice that may be recorded in infamy
There is a fear of being judged badly
A safe response is, 'well… maybe.'
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The early morning hours
Are cautiously weighed…
Choices have been made
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Petals of a flower are brighter
There is a fragrance in the air
That earlier wasn’t there
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Beautiful skies changing hour by hour
Floating clouds billow, streak and follow
Catching glints of sunlight…heightening majesty
Enhancing tranquility as gentle winds blow
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Friction and static made my touch hot
From my finger tip a jolt of electricity shot
In a moment I disabled an electronic track
Volume on the TV made a thunderous attack
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Dreading with stress, knowing that the day is here
I should share in your excitement without any fear
You are going so far… fulfilling your dream to travel
On the drive to the city airport I’ll try not to unravel
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