Theresa Ann Moore Poems

When things don’t go exactly as planned
You may think that life is unfair or bland
Perhaps you think that you have been gypped
From deserved honors you have been stripped
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Along the way
I took a path
It lead in a circle
Then I was back
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Curious to my view
I periodically see
Unique vertical creations…
Rocks stacked incredibly
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In modern days of convenience and fabrication
When words like modernization and improvement
Invoke thoughts of retrospection…met with frustration
I stand disappointed in the midst of forward movement
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In a cool dark sealed chest
Is a world of growing alterations
Extending beyond human reach
Digressing into strange mutations
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Concurrent rings within the trunk of a tree
Recording years of concentric history
Disclosing passing time… like a gauge
Telltale evidence that is revealed with age
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There is a glow in your eyes
Your attention is on the prize
More competition…
Adds incentive for acquisition
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What’s for breakfast…eggs and ham?
Feeling uncomplicated and ordinary
Preparing
Toast topped with peanut butter and jam
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A glistening sapphire and emerald fan opened
Beneath a splendid Willow that solitarily wept
A peacock’s splendid tail feathers radiate half-circle…
Iridescent eyes accompany each soundless step
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Life can be a bowl of spaghetti noodles
With choices and conclusions interweaving
With no traceable start and no seeable end
The sauce of commitment leads to achieving
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