Dorothy (Alves) Holmes Poems

Pouted dreams
Fall apart at the seams...
Seems my dreams are
Illusions of confusion
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2: 31 a.m. EST
The music channel blasting
Though not enough Frank Sinatra.
Up again so early because that is what
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Oh, the sunset was magnificent!
I wish you had been here to see
The beauty of its rendering.
Red and gold painted clouds, resting on
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7: 02 a.m. EST
Morning opened her eyes and
welcomed spring.
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wet, dreary comes spring
raining on this her first day
somewhere, it's snowing
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sun through lace curtains
fall breeze shakes the pines
a lone squirrel scurries
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The call from a friend telling me about
city things like music blaring in some down town
jazz bar...alive with people chair dancing to the beat.
Of course they can't call any more, their time ceased.
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sun through lace curtains
fall breeze shakes the pines
a lone squirrel scurries
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dark clouds crowd gray sky
pink horizon paints landscape
wind shakes pines, cedars
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In and out of stores,
opening closed doors
to give a helping hand,
give all you can, is the demand!
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