Lynn W. Petty

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

Lynn W. Petty Poems

121. Carrion 1/6/2016
122. Tiger Time 1/7/2016
123. Creativity 1/7/2016
124. The Wheel Of Recurrence 12/26/2015
125. My Bookcase 1/2/2016
126. Pleading Of A Dead Poet 12/23/2015
127. Verses Of The Sikh Gurus 12/20/2015
128. What's That You Say? 12/18/2015
129. Frustration Personified This Thing Called Golf 12/19/2015
130. Is There A Greater Fear? 12/21/2015
131. So Long Ago 1/9/2016
132. The Tea Cup Mystery 1/9/2016
133. The Dark Side Of Love 1/4/2016
134. You Ask? 1/15/2016
135. How Beautiful Is Woman Full With Child 1/20/2016
136. Lunch With A Poet 1/28/2016
137. A Father's Regret 1/31/2016
138. My Wife, In Love And Caring 1/27/2016
139. My Privileges In Life 4/11/2016
140. A Sign 2/5/2016
141. Beyond The Haunt Of Memory 1/11/2017
142. The Dark Of My Remembrances 9/11/2016
143. A Strong Weaving 1/14/2016
144. Is The Doctor In? 12/20/2015
145. The Bridal Chamber Of Thought 12/18/2015
146. The Honeymoon 1/24/2016
147. A Father 1/26/2016
148. Creation 12/19/2015
149. Within My Heart 1/15/2016
150. A Question Of My Own Mortality 1/22/2016

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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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