Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Throughout the day
I go about my business
Steady to the challenge…
images surface in the stillness
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Her husband died… her child was grown
had many memories… lived all alone
Always was ready to greet and share
fashionably dressed with beauty parlor hair
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The angry man cursed
At those he loved.
He was in a rage…
What was he thinking of?
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The extent of my lineage, I can not trace
When I examine the features of my face…
There are many lines of unrecorded history.
There is a familiarity that creates a mystery.
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Is there something
that would
insure that all your days
will be sunny…
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When the sky turns deep purple
and the piercing sounds of scorn
seep into much sought after peace;
thoughts of the future are stillborn
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Moms and Dads quarrel and fight
During the hours of day and night.
Flames burst into shouting matches…
Children hide and batten the hatches.
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Unconsciously breathing the essence of life
Memories are etched with an indelible knife
Moments accumulate creating your being
Shaping you into the person you are seeing
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Dreams are mysterious and strange.
Unexpectedly, they intrude restful sleep.
What is the significance of their display?
My speculating interpretations take a leap.
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Like two pendulums casually meeting
With hearts synchronized and beating
Swinging in unison... utterly euphoric
Like two burning candles with one wick
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