Theresa Ann Moore
A Blossoming Rose
Feeling full of immeasurable dreams
Desiring to burst forth with unfolding hues
Opening with the natural ease of a sigh
Blessed with a spattering of morning dew
Petals instinctively absorb rays of warmth
Releasing a heavenly fragrance so freely
Intoxicating all who inhale as they pass by
Holding a matchless moment… demurely
Admiring eyes drink in your amazing beauty
As a stride slows and comes to a standstill
Your charm prevents time from going forward
Attaching to a heart that is lastingly fulfilled
The Angry Man
The angry man cursed
At those he loved.
He was in a rage…
What was he thinking of?
The angry man slammed
The door with force
And the glass shattered.
It was not his fault of course!