Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,016 Points (3/29/28 / Newport Beach, California)

Lynn W. Petty Poems

121. The Tea Cup Mystery 1/9/2016
122. The Song Of Nature 1/10/2016
123. The Dark Side Of Love 1/4/2016
124. Beauty 1/8/2016
125. Thinking 1/8/2016
126. A Friend 1/8/2016
127. Carrion 1/6/2016
128. Tiger Time 1/7/2016
129. Creativity 1/7/2016
130. The Wheel Of Recurrence 12/26/2015
131. My Bookcase 1/2/2016
132. What's That You Say? 12/18/2015
133. Frustration Personified This Thing Called Golf 12/19/2015
134. Is There A Greater Fear? 12/21/2015
135. So Long Ago 1/9/2016
136. You Ask? 1/15/2016
137. How Beautiful Is Woman Full With Child 1/20/2016
138. A Sign 2/5/2016
139. My Privileges In Life 4/11/2016
140. My Wife, In Love And Caring 1/27/2016
141. What Would I Say? 2/23/2016
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. Within My Heart 1/15/2016
149. Creation 12/19/2015
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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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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