My mind needs the exercise
Before it settles into rigor mortis,
A workout that can express
Inner feelings just like this.
To record lapsing memories…
Invisible thoughts transferred,
Taking quiet moments
Putting a life into words.
Countless drifting stories,
Hopes and fears
Joy and sadness
Laughter and tears
Give praise for all
From my first breath…
Those who have molded me
Reviving me from cerebral death.
Finding a therapeutic outlet
Expressing my beliefs
Merging out of a cocoon
Swimming beyond the reef
Combining beams of light
In the rhythm of a song
Touching with anticipation,
Breathing life before it is gone.
I love this...was this an assignment: O) ...it's just great...and I have to agree with Wil too: O)
Theresa moore is a gifted poet.i love her poems very much-inner feelings and conflicts -how she combines. There is the craft. She is a different poiet In near future she will get famous. love WILFRED JOHN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really beautifully written. You do put an emotion, a life into words. I suppose I just have a diffrent reason for my writings. My poem 'Let my voice be heard' discribes it I suppose. But truly beautiful work, Theresa