Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Searching for an identity
is a practice that some pursue
Strange how they look
to others for a notable clue
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Moving with the flow of strangers
Barely noticing you from afar
Swept into a channel by an undertow
Surfacing and finding that you are near
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What creates an attraction that is magnetic
A perfect relationship that fits like a glove
At first everything is agreeable and copacetic
Suddenly an enamored pair falls out of love
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As time goes by...
there is something I have learned;
Always cherish what makes you happy
Never cling to the things that sting
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Like a waterfall that flows
in reverse
my spent days are immersed
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In the middle of the night
I find myself
wide awake...
Thinking
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An anxious assist
has the decisive power
to transform mid-winter
into spring
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We came across old family video tapes...
Antiquated by digital standards of today
Inspired to look back into days gone by
Where time and laughter do not decay
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It is beginning to look a lot like Spring
Everywhere I go, I see melting snow
As I venture about I am anticipating...
Smiling as I go, walking nice and slow
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Not sure of what day you are...
where's the calendar
Now if I knew the date
I could speculate...
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