Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,012 Points (3/29/28 / Newport Beach, California)

Lynn W. Petty Poems

81. Fear Not My Dear 3/16/2016
82. The Goal 1/26/2016
83. The Purpose 2/22/2016
84. The Unbidden Guest, That Miser Age 2/23/2016
85. The Last Abencerrage 8/2/2016
86. The Annals Of Assur-Nasir-Pal 8/3/2016
87. Youth Vs. Age 8/21/2016
88. So Angie Left For Home At Christmas Time 12/2/2016
89. The Bitter-Sweet Of Christmas 12/5/2016
90. A Song In A Plaintive Minor Key 1/7/2017
91. An Old Man's Prayer, Who Asks Why Not He. 1/7/2017
92. A Madonna In Pain 1/7/2017
93. Beyond The Haunt Of Memory 1/11/2017
94. Cancer's Enmity For Mankind 1/11/2017
95. A Bon Vivant 1/11/2017
96. I Bid Farewell To Night 1/13/2017
97. But For A Child's Smile 1/14/2017
98. When We Were Young 1/15/2017
99. Eight Long Years 1/15/2017
100. Our Twin Granddaughters 1/20/2017
101. A Mental Abyss 6/2/2017
102. The Front Fence Gate 1/15/2017
103. Splendor 1/18/2017
104. Every Day A New Mourning 1/26/2016
105. It Was Only Yesterday 1/25/2016
106. Aunt Larura's Tin Abode 2/21/2016
107. Independence, California (Fishing!) 2/22/2016
108. Brass Rings 2/2/2016
109. My Son 2/2/2016
110. His Crossing 1/16/2016
111. No Monarch, She 1/24/2016
112. The Last Summer 1/24/2016
113. A Glint Of Gold 1/21/2016
114. Appalled 1/21/2016
115. A Writer's Block 1/20/2016
116. To Ponder 1/15/2016
117. Madonna On The Amtrak 1/18/2016
118. An Old Bookstore 1/19/2016
119. The Magic Of Our Swing 1/20/2016
120. The Evolution Of Belief 1/13/2016
Best Poem of Lynn W. Petty

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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Creation

When all supply was in the hands of Cause,
Effect was molten primal chaos, held
Within a universal cauldron, rest
Was given to consider what the blend
Would yield. What distillation might there come
When left to steep upon the flame of time?

What essence to be poured or spooned, when time
Had separated dross and grime; when Cause

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