If I Should Die Tomorrow
in Death Moving On Poems
If the steady measure of my breath
And the rhythm of my heart
Should cease tomorrow suddenly
And I must reluctantly depart.
in Death Moving On Poems
If the steady measure of my breath
And the rhythm of my heart
Should cease tomorrow suddenly
And I must reluctantly depart.
The sun rose in her radiance
Above fields of green and gold.
She embraced Him with her subtle warmth
As in the morning glow, He strolled.
in Aging Poems
I wake up each day
On this journey of mine,
Grabbing each moment
Of my limited time.
I just love your work, as I've said so often before. I hate to think of you ever feeling down, as you do so much to lift up others with your writing. All the very best, Ann.
in Aging Poems
It could not be me he's thinking of
When he looks up at the soft moonlight.
And it can't be me that he's dreaming of
When he falls asleep at night.
Another brilliant poem - I love the way you write - keep them coming, please.
Very best wishes, Ann
in Snow Poems
We awakened to the whitest light
Seeping through the blinds.
We leapt from bed and to the windows
To take a probing peek outside.
Your poem is so beautifully written and contains such vivid images! It takes me right back to my childhood. I can almost feel the ice crystals hitting my face!
Best wishes,
Virginia
Our pets are sometimes a mirror to ourselves. The relationship is extremely deep. They can see into our souls and help make us believe that we are worthwhile and deserving of love. They sit with us when everyone else is gone. They become a huge part of us. You are so honest and brave in your writing. You show your vulnerability and it is beautiful to see and so easy to relate too. I thank God every day for my Sammy. He is my best friend and the way he looks at me, well at least I know he loves me. You rhyme is perfect and I remain so envious of your ability to express a complicated human feeling and relationship in such few words. You are a true poet and wordsmith. Hope you are well! Your friend, Pat
Now that I'm getting older every day, I often wonder if I will get to this point. As usual, so simplistically, you spoke of tremendous loss in an elderly person's life. I did a paper for school once on depression in the elderly and I learned that doctors are so busy laying on the meds for all the physical problems that they seldom consider that the person may just be deeply depressed. You touched on all the losses this poor woman has endured from her personal possessions to the death of her family, loss of her home which for me would be unbearable. In essence they lose themselves, little by little. Do they ever really feel safe and comfortable again and what do they do with those parts of themselves they loved that now lay dormant, untapped and forgotten by everyone except them. Age to me is the cruelest part of humanity. Your words were incredibly sad, even between the lines. You captured that loss impeccably. Amazing work, as usual! Your friend, Pat
Ann, your ability to express the deepest, most painful emotions in such simplistic ways with a few perfectly chosen words is amazing to me. My heart hurts right now, for me that's the sign of a powerful poem. I hope it is getting just a little easier. Your friend, Pat F.
Oh Ann, So simplistic but so powerful. Your words, so genuinely felt, made my heart ache. I tend to ramble on trying to get my feelings across and not being able to explain my self without bombarding the reader with words. But you have the talent to reveal your deepest pain to us in a handful of words. When I read the very last verse, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. You so easily used your words to slowly reveal the honest depth of your pain. Life can be beautiful but yet so unbearably cruel. How wonderful to have the gift of true, abiding love with someone, to know them inside out, to grow through your differences as people and have the most beautiful connection as human beings, a connection that turns 2 hearts into one. But my God, to lose that half of yourself, to almost be half dead, I can't even fathom that kind of pain. Thank you for making the rest of us privy to your broken heart with your words and then give that gift to us.
Oh Doug, this poem is incredibly beautiful. Technically your rhyme is just perfect. Your words and the message behind them, the stories you tell about those struggling so desperately and your assurance that they are not alone, touched me to my core. In the end, that's all people suffering really need and want, besides getting well again, is to know, without a doubt, that they are not alone in their own personal hell, that someone actually cares. When I saw your profession I understood why your words so clearly came from your heart, because you truly meant every word. What a way to make your mark on this world, not only to help and reach out to others by doing, but to also be able to express so perfectly that you are there no matter what. This is a masterpiece indeed.