Anthony Fry

Vibrant Reflections.

Vagaries of light in her garden, perpetually transfiguring.
Water lilies are lazily laying open, in golden sun rays.

Overwhelming fragrances, escape from espaliers of roses.
Those yellow buttercups, reflecting in those big blue eyes.

A young maiden dwells all alone, confused at her window.
Clasping her Grandmas locket, a sepia picture lays within.

A mystery why life can be so cruel, taking our souls away.
Dreaming everlasting charade, meandering many long hours.

Happy that inner beauty, will not be prised from her heart.
Perched on hawthorn hedges, robins deliver sweet songs.

Those egg and spoon races, a rainbow appears distant.
Scrumptious bar-b-cues, those snowmen built in winter.

While whole worlds unfold, shadows and darkness descend.
People slip into the dark night, directed to nowhere special.

A moth flies out of beyond, taps softly upon a window pane.
Vibrant mirrored reflections, I remember simplicity is love.

Composer Comment:
Here Today Gone Tomorrow.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, February 7, 2011

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  • Aldo Kraas (3/26/2007 4:23:00 PM)

    This poem is very interesting

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