Theresa Ann Moore Poems

When my mind is jumbled
Tormented and crumbled
There is one thing that lends
A hand when things are at loose ends
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Now how can I express the significance of bliss?
Hand lettered words on a red cut out paper heart
Written with indelible ink saying this…
I love you more each day…even when we’re apart
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Brush strokes with tints, line, and texture
From an artist’s palette willingly surrender
Lending to interpretation of visual conjecture
With inspired mastery they convincingly render
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Norman Rockwell is an artist of distinction
He had a flair for capturing common emotion
Feelings of when he was living and observing
American moments he was masterfully preserving
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Filled with laughter and frivolity
Flitting to and fro like a honey bee
Never stationary collecting dust
Activity and socializing are a must
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Icy morning fingers continue to explore
The sprigs of Spring much to her chagrin
Frozen flakes shiver as they fall once more
Soon to be dissolve as gentle raindrops begin
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Della and her daughter
Live in the depths of the city together
They have a house that they humbly call ours
Daily, sirens wail from passing police cars
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My cat is entertaining
As he bolts and rolls
I smile and shake my head
My laughter I am not restraining
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It is a great day for a sunrise
Or, does the sunrise make it a great day!

It is a great day for love
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A figure made from dry whittled wood
Suspended by thin strings of helium
Screw eyes connecting jointed limbs
To a torso with an attached cranium
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