Lynne Murphy Miller : Writing

3rd Impressions

3rd Impressions

A Poem by Lynne Murphy Miller


An old "flame", seldom seen, utterly unreliable, but never forgotten...
'Twas the Night Before Christmas in the Great Pacific NorthWet

'Twas the Night Before Christmas in the Great Paci..

A Poem by Lynne Murphy Miller


Just a silly bit I wrote this morning at 3 am. I don't write much humor, but thought I'd give it a try.
Two Christmas Poems

Two Christmas Poems

A Poem by Lynne Murphy Miller


I worked in "Activities" in a Senior Community. At Christmas, I sometimes needed a quick presentation, so I wrote these on the fly. Geared to an elder..
LARKSIGHT

LARKSIGHT

A Poem by Lynne Murphy Miller


Summer night, outdoors with friends, candles, stars...
A DARK HARD SEASON

A DARK HARD SEASON

A Poem by Lynne Murphy Miller


My friend just told me he is sad but doesn't know why.
Bonds

Bonds

A Poem by Lynne Murphy Miller


Written in sorrow for my lifelong beloved friend who died alone at the age of 57 years. He is 10 years gone, and I still cannot talk about him.
Holding Up My Hands

Holding Up My Hands

A Poem by Lynne Murphy Miller


Tonight, my future smiles at me, eyes tilted up and gleaming.She tosses my oldest dreams from hand to hand. teasing me with veils and roses.Tonigh..
Autumnal Equinox

Autumnal Equinox

A Poem by Lynne Murphy Miller


Just a little thing, several years old, inspired by the season.