Theresa Ann Moore
Theresa Ann Moore Poems
|2.||How Cold Is It?||3/4/2007|
|3.||Sally The Acrobat||3/12/2007|
|6.||On The Run||3/18/2007|
|8.||Is It A Child's Dream?||3/22/2007|
|10.||Wrong To Right||3/24/2007|
|11.||Good Friends And Poetry||3/25/2007|
|12.||I Have A Life, Thank You||3/26/2007|
|13.||The Links Of A Chain||3/30/2007|
|14.||Become A Tree…||3/31/2007|
|20.||What Were You Looking For?||4/6/2007|
|21.||Freedom Of Speech||4/10/2007|
|23.||Romantic Rhyme Master||4/11/2007|
|24.||Is It Your Obligation?||4/12/2007|
|25.||When I Grow Up…||4/13/2007|
|26.||What Is Your Reaction?||4/18/2007|
|27.||Sweet Rhonda Wright||4/18/2007|
|30.||More Or Less?||5/4/2007|
|31.||An Unopened Letter||5/7/2007|
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What Does It Mean?
I had a vision or was it a dream…
In meditation I was completely immersed
I saw an image flying in a darkened sky
Its fiery wings spanned the universe
It was carrying someone, I think it was me
Wings of strength glided and soared
Gleaming feathered arms guided the trek
Stemming from a weightless scaled body
Was a sleek extended headless neck…
Or so it appeared, in the rapid blue blur
With wits barely clinging, I opened my eyes
I checked my pulse and expanded my chest
Just what was it that I had just seen?
My interpretation as a witness, I ...
Silence can summon memories that still cling.
It can cause my closed eyes to tearfully sting.
How can nothingness make vivid images appear?
Waking my unconscious mind like a bombardier.
From the stillness, your voice gives a clear overview.
Sorry for pain I put you through; I really did love you.
For a fleeting moment, I visualize a smile on your face.
As I stare into darkness, there is only an empty embrace.