Theresa Ann Moore Poems

His secrets are preserved for eternity
His portrait is painted onto woven tension
Timeless hues capture qualities of enormity...
years compress into a flattened dimension
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The intensity
of your smile
heightens
my expectations
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Strong yet supple branches
are reaching skyward
as a gentle breeze
persuades swaying
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Someone who was always there
in times of famine and of plenty
The person in my life who cared
Gone forever… my thoughts are many
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We were playing in the backyard
The sun was shining high in the sky
My family shared the same birthday…
It was weird… don't ask me why
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Springtime reveals beautiful
new growth as radiant joy flourishes
Instinctively knowing when to revive…
flowers bloom as the rain nourishes
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The laughter and the wonder of a child
lingers within my aging bones… it's wild
This is what keeps my mind alive
It is what gives me incentive to survive
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Streets are washed
with cool lustrous rain...
reflecting lamp globes
of limited luminescence
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Give me the curiosity of a child
born new…enthusiastically beguiled
with no previous cerebral constraints
full of wonder… with no complaints
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Sights and sounds
of Spring
are pulling
on my strings
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