HERA Poem by Betty HermeleeVisions
View of my lake
from a creaky old deck Flat as a pancake without a ripple fingers of dark green water seep well Into crevices of barren shore Nude trees protect her with pride boats with canvas covers empty docks lay still slumber for winter in a landscape painting of a gloomy day I appreciate these times when the sun sleeps away short hours of the clock and my stubborn knee prevents me from my usual three mile walk It’s a time to reflect way back when my parents owned a lake house and we kids paddled our canoes my poor dad watched in horror Thinking we might tip over Snapshots of our childhood vivid images of yesteryear I hold fondly to my soul my withering corpse fraught with bulging, crooked gnarled bones fumble like they’re about to meet defeat Yet until such time I remain connected to her in awe of her prior to my last lonely breath
© 2024 Betty HermeleeAuthor's Note
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18 Reviews Added on January 6, 2024 Last Updated on January 6, 2024 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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