Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,245 Points (3/29/28 / Newport Beach, California)

Lynn W. Petty Poems

41. I Had A Vision 2/11/2016
42. Silence 2/11/2016
43. Our Fifty Years 2/14/2016
44. Our Purpose 2/15/2016
45. A Touch Of Heart 2/15/2016
46. The Sparrow 2/15/2016
47. A Gallent Fight 2/18/2016
48. A Graduation Against All Odds 2/18/2016
49. The Smile Of Earth 2/18/2016
50. Speaking Low 2/18/2016
51. A Front Fence Gate 2/19/2016
52. The Threads Of Love 2/19/2016
53. The Sounds Of Poetry 2/19/2016
54. Health 2/21/2016
55. The Thoughts Of 'then' 2/21/2016
56. A Furor Of Friendly Fire 1/28/2016
57. This Noble Child 1/29/2016
58. Unknown 1/29/2016
59. The Goal 1/26/2016
60. The Thoughts Of An Aging Parent 2/1/2016
61. The Purpose 2/22/2016
62. The Unbidden Guest, That Miser Age 2/23/2016
63. To 'saint' Mary Anne, Our Daughter 2/23/2016
64. A Cat Named 'jake' 2/23/2016
65. Introspectives Of A 93 Year Old Lady 2/23/2016
66. The Language Of Love 2/23/2016
67. A River 2/25/2016
68. What Love So Deep As Grandparental Love? 2/25/2016
69. A Better Man Of Me 3/9/2016
70. After 3/9/2016
71. Fear Not My Dear 3/16/2016
72. Childhood 2/2/2016
73. My Last Icon 2/3/2016
74. Our Thirtieth Year 2/3/2016
75. And, The Nurses Smile 2/5/2016
76. Age 2/5/2016
77. The Last Abencerrage 8/2/2016
78. So Angie Left For Home At Christmas Time 12/2/2016
79. The Bitter-Sweet Of Christmas 12/5/2016
80. A Song In A Plaintive Minor Key 1/7/2017

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A Question Of My Own Mortality

Time seemed interminable.
A curious and inexplicable apprehension came over me,
As I sat in an elderly care home waiting to visit a friend.
The atmosphere was heavy with quiet confusion.
People wandered about searching and shifting in a
Sort of stolid acquiescence. Their lives recalled as flashes in memory, projecting film images on their thick, gray screen of dementia.
Across from me sat an elderly gentleman whose gaze was a glassy
Expression of inattention. I could see the declinations of his skull
Beneath his facial features. A victim of the grievous ...

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Verses Of The Sikh Gurus

I closed the cover of a book, just read;
A book of poetry, whose thoughts had touched
The sanctum sanctorum of my being.
I sat in silence pondering the depth
To which the sense of my awareness had
Been moved. I weighed the immemorial
Message of each word, whose meanings had been
Divinely etched upon the copper plate
Of thought. I floated in a dim of light

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