Bridges
Invisible are the bonds that
Bind our hearts they require
No voice nor signed document
To prove it
It’s been there always from
The beginning no interpretation
Required it’s all the security
We need to cross every bridge
Together holding hands
Our love was there from the
Beginning no interpretation
Required we have all the security
We need to cross each bridge
Together, embracing time
By Lorraine Stark
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Designs
Mosaic patterns by leaves that fall
Brighten the parched earth from summer’s heat
A silent signal noticed by all
Crisp autumn air and apples picked sweet
Beneath moonlight the owls do call
As lovers engage their own beat
Piles of leaves and giggles can be heard
Above the mating songs of birds
By Lorraine Stark
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Bouquets of Promise
She’s as silent as
a bride walking down
the aisle, guests whisper
how beautiful she looks,
afraid to disturb the
moment of her passing
Beneath her veil tears
are visible in her eyes
they are not caused by
sadness, they come from
bliss
For she symbolizes love,
hope, beauty and peace
equal to the grace of spring’s
bouquets of promise
By Lorraine Stark
On one American morning, a virus came ashore, it does not discriminate,
it knocks on anyone's door
On one American morning, this invisible beast made humans its feast
On one American morning, our country decided to fight against the pain
and sorrow, now a familiar site
On one American morning, we will make this pandemic leave no forwarding
address
On one American morning, together we are strong, we are America we will achieve success
On one American morning, again, we will resume our daily routines, and not
forget, anything can change life in a minute
On one American morning, we will defeat the unknown
On one American morning the sun will rise, just like before
it will greet the young and old
On one American morning, again the alarm clocks will ring, school buses
will roll and a glass wall will not divide us anymore
By Lorraine Stark
Image via Unsplash @anshu18
By Lorraine Stark
Image via Unsplash
Childhood Sweethearts
I remember in a red and pink box
tiny Valentine candies shaped in
hearts.
They came in shades of yellow,
pink and lavender too, each one had a
different message printed on its top
perfectly written for you.
The excitement would build til
it was Valentine's Day at last and
in school that morning hidden inside
your desk the anticipation would
build and you couldn't wait to pass
to the love of your life then, your
sentiments and when he smiled
in return you knew you'd love him
forever because that box of sweet
hearts could never be wrong when
you were young.
By Lorraine Stark
Alone
my heart broken
walking side by side with
the invisible poverty of
my soul it suddenly started to
rain and I knew that very moment
my life had come back sweetened
from angels tears
By Lorraine Stark
I
End of the day
Leaving the park
Little girl sees a
Frog on a lily pad
Mommy if I kiss
Him will he turn
Into a prince just
Like the story you
Read to me
My pretty little
One if that was
True, I’d kiss him
Myself
By Lorraine Stark
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Choreographed--Italian Octave
Life is so much like the steps of ballet
one minute you’re flying above cloud nine;
or alone you'll sit and wait for a sign
hoping that it shows you a bright new way
So you pick yourself up, balance the sway;
decide everything's going to be fine
from now on you follow no crooked line
and dance to your own tune without delay
By Lorraine Stark
Cathedral
Without stained glass
Blue skies white clouds
Glorious sunsets
Between a canopy of
Pine trees arching
Toward the sky and
Heavens where no
Walls or windows
Divide this peace
When I looked up
This site so beautiful
A cathedral untouched
By man and graced by
God heard my prayers
Echo in the wind
By Lorraine Stark
Goodnight my friends
Sleep well tonight
For tomorrow
We write again
About yesterday
Perhaps
Then yesterday we
Will document our
Words and file them
Into the lagoons of
The past
For today is the
Tomorrow that we
Yearned for yesterday
And the future lies ahead
Waiting for our ink
Upon its’ paper
Presenting us with yet
Another chance
As we add our thoughts
And become a duet
With the pendulum
That meters time
Sweet dreams, sleep well
At dawn we meet
To begin the
Journey again
By Lorraine Stark
