Roann Mendriq Poems

When I woke this early morning,
It seemed to me the sky was yawning;
It stretched across the languid sea,
on cotton clouds nonchalantly.
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When dusk bids farewell to the day,
to welcome in the waiting night;
Children yawn and stop their play,
Moonlamp shares her mellow light.
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Lost in thought and quite forlorn,
Life seems desolate and bleak;
Despairing, lost and all alone;
How long to turn the other cheek?
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As almond trees reach for the sky,
Their leaves are blushing pink;
As the last rains kiss them goodbye,
They're quiver, on the brink...
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Lanterns floating in the night sky,
gliding on a breath and whim;
Lilting to the clouds on high,
to the chanting of a hymn.
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Head bowed low, my eyes unseeing,
I stare at racing, faltering feet;
Jostling crowds crush on uncaring,
to snatch a window seat.
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Have you ever let your feet
take you where they please?
Have you ever walked for miles
to find trivial troubles ease?
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Of what real good is a Doormat?
Does it point out to one's station?
Does it herald in a season?
Or is it just for decoration?
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Have you ever gazed at trees,
swaying in the fragrant breeze?
Sat beneath a mighty oak,
to feel as if you've just awoke?
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Grandma said that everyone,
must carry their own Cross;
Uphill, with a willing heart,
A chance to bear a loss.
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