Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,168 Points (3/29/28 / Newport Beach, California)

Lynn W. Petty Poems

81. The Purpose 2/22/2016
82. The Unbidden Guest, That Miser Age 2/23/2016
83. To 'saint' Mary Anne, Our Daughter 2/23/2016
84. A Cat Named 'jake' 2/23/2016
85. Introspectives Of A 93 Year Old Lady 2/23/2016
86. The Language Of Love 2/23/2016
87. A River 2/25/2016
88. What Love So Deep As Grandparental Love? 2/25/2016
89. A Better Man Of Me 3/9/2016
90. After 3/9/2016
91. Fear Not My Dear 3/16/2016
92. The Last Abencerrage 8/2/2016
93. The Annals Of Assur-Nasir-Pal 8/3/2016
94. Youth Vs. Age 8/21/2016
95. The Goal 1/26/2016
96. Every Day A New Mourning 1/26/2016
97. No Monarch, She 1/24/2016
98. The Front Fence Gate 1/15/2017
99. Splendor 1/18/2017
100. Our Twin Granddaughters 1/20/2017
101. A Mental Abyss 6/2/2017
102. What Would I Say? 9/22/2017
103. Aunt Larura's Tin Abode 2/21/2016
104. Independence, California (Fishing!) 2/22/2016
105. Beneath A 2000 Year Old Mississippi Oak Tree 1/29/2016
106. Lunch With A Poet 1/28/2016
107. It Was Only Yesterday 1/25/2016
108. Brass Rings 2/2/2016
109. My Son 2/2/2016
110. The Last Summer 1/24/2016
111. A Glint Of Gold 1/21/2016
112. Appalled 1/21/2016
113. To Learn, To Know, To Heal, To Grow 1/22/2016
114. A Writer's Block 1/20/2016
115. Madonna On The Amtrak 1/18/2016
116. An Old Bookstore 1/19/2016
117. The Magic Of Our Swing 1/20/2016
118. The Evolution Of Belief 1/13/2016
119. To Ponder 1/15/2016
120. The Song Of Nature 1/10/2016

Comments about Lynn W. Petty

There is no comment submitted by members..
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 ...

Read the full of A Question Of My Own Mortality

I Think Well Of Her

It was years ago when I first met her.
She was the siren of Laguna Beach,
Well endowed, a body to be envied
By all women and, licentiously desired by all men.
She walked like a cat; mysterious, behind her large, darkly
Tinted glasses, causing people to turn and watch
As she silently passed them by.
She was not pretentious, she was herself,
As she was born to be. She was not young

[Report Error]