Lynn W. Petty
Lynn W. Petty Poems
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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 ...
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