Theresa Ann Moore Poems

The yesterdays and tomorrows of today
Play tag in the dream fields of molding clay
Flitting on butterfly wings in the warm breeze
Emerging from a forest of tall branching trees
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As a child holds their new soft hugable
They choose a name for the adoptable
It is made of stitched fabric and filling
A name makes it special… not just a thing
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As each budding leaf begins to swell
Winter's chill bows and bids farewell
Royal crocus colors and daffodil yellow
Stand tall as reviving juices begin to flow
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If you knew your days were numbered
Would you spend hours in slumber?
Would you strengthen your commitment
Or waste valuable time in resentment?
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Beneath the flickering darts of warming sun
Dancers sway with an amore that blushes
Mesmerized by song… blending into one
With the gentle strokes of harmonizing brushes
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The day is dismal and gray as slate
There are no indications of a rebate
After spending all you’ve got to give
There are no second chances to relive
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Missing from the table are familiar faces
Family characteristics renew their traces
Youthful laughter has a recognizable ring
Silent flashbacks stir carefree reminiscing
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Seconds intertwine into hours of time.
Controlling each inward breath of mine.
Without conscious choice I have found…
My love for you had my heart spellbound.
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Flickers of sun won’t suffice.
Thoughts freeze and turns to ice.
As spring thaws, ideas bloom.
Dispersing all shadows of gloom.
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Sleep was interrupted by the telephone.
The receiver is now cradled down to rest…
Slumber is impossible for a yawning stone.
Soon waves of sleeplessness begin to crest.
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