Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Rapidly flapping wings suspend
the hummingbird as it hovers
above brightly colored flowers
because it is a nectar lover
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Likened to a yellow taxi called the sun
speeding to each fragrant budding flower
as busy buzzing bees circle… having fun
droning instinctively at the peak of rush hour
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Peaches looking luscious
are shipped in to the city
Blushing red and solid as rock
Tart as a lemon... what a pity
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Saw an elephant painting
a self-portrait instead of grazing
Thought to myself, well I'll be
isn't that truly amazing
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Waking in the middle of the night
a cool calmness surrounds
A reassuring maternal awareness
listens for breathing sounds
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In the night sky there is a threatening rumble
The sound begins and extends far and wide
Massive echoing waves make the meek weak
Huddling… waiting for grumbling to subside
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It Is Over

A voice barely audible whispers
in monotone hues; intent to sever
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Have the strength to survive...
rising above thoughts of impossibility
Gaining confidence… removing self doubt
Neutralize debilitating vulnerability
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Met someone I hadn't seen for a while
Recognized the voice and inflection...
but her face offered no real connection
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