© copyright 2000 Karen Vertigan
When lost in moments of deep silent thought
I conjure up dreams that Time has erased
And remember all the angry words wrought
By my witch’s heart in torment encased.
White water rapids are green eyes blue
For precious friends hidden deeply inside
And weep anew with each tender new clue
Time old, but recalled, still wanting to hide.
A heavy grief felt for those not forgiven
And heavier still, their innocence abounds.
In thought revived, reminded, and enlivened
And my mind and soul, the anguish surrounds.
But for a while, I think on you, dear friend
All losses restored and all sorrows end.
Published by KarenPopeWrites
I was born in the 1950’s, live in a 126-year-old house in Virginia, I am retired and spend a great deal of my time writing. I have lived through the Kennedy assassination, civil rights, Neil Armstrong on the moon, and 9/11/2001. I have seen the Vietnam war, the war in Middle East, the war on drugs, Star Wars, and the war between men and women. I have written hundreds of short stories and essays and a handful of novels. Only one novel was (self) published and one poem published in a collection.
I have been a writer my whole life, creating my first stories when I was still in elementary school.
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