Times Ago

This is one of those poems I wrote when the world seemed not so right. Something was obviously bothering me, and in my clumsy attempt to put it to verse, I vented my troubled mind. I do that, put my “pen” to my emotions; good or bad, I try to simply let it out. I hope you understand what I try to convey.

Times Ago

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The moon was full

Hung low in the east

Looking like a pearl button

On a cowboy’s shirt

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Sequin stars glittered

On blue black silk

As in the distance cattle lowed

And a coyote yipped

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I opened my eyes

Felt the hot dry grass on my neck

Eyes burning with tears

That I refused to let fall

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City traffic whirred

A siren sliced the night

A neighbor screamed angrily

At her laughing children

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I gazed up at a dingy sky

Then again closed my eyes

Wished myself to times ago

When the sound were good

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Times when stars glittered

While children played

Parents tired from the day

Sat on the porch and smiled

 –

Softly talking about tomorrow

Gliding in the wooden swing

While in the moon shadow of the tree

Children tittered secret laughter

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Copyright © 2002 C. Mashburn

2 Comments »

  1. Sherry said

    so-o-o evocative!

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