A Table for One
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A Voice from Long Ago Many years have past and I have grown, No longer do I pine near a silent phone. I still feel the magnetism of your steady gaze, So happy I wasn’t trapped by sordid ways. I remember the promises , the words that entice, The warm tender kisses that felt so nice, A murmur of promises, a mere echo, Rebounding with memories of long ago. Waves churn as I walk near the shore, The voices I hear I choose to ignore, Content with my life as it is today, Glad temptation didn’t whisk me away. Months passed since Sandy’s onslaught, Winds and floodwaters hell’s fury wrought. In a northern town, many miles away, An evil monster paused to stray. Intense his rage, quick his path, More deadly and toxic than Sandy’s wrath. He penetrated the core of a peaceful town, Talons of hate, bringing spirits down. Peace was shattered and lives lost, Human spirits broken at terrible cost. The fury of nature never caused such evil reign, No winds or floods ever caused such pain.
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At a table for one, in the Carolina sun, I turned off my phone. I prefer to be alone. I’d rather be here, sipping my wine, At this table for one where I now alone dine, Than hearing reports on CNN news, Politicos spouting harebrained views. I’d rather be sitting here all alone, Miles away from TV or phone, Oblivious to all the anger and hate, Lost in thoughts of my own simple fate.
About the Author
I am a retired elementary school teacher who lives at the New Jersey shore with my husband , Chuck, and my small dog Barney. I enjoy writing poetry and belong to two writing groups. My poetry deals with social issues, nature, popular novels and movies, and mankind's amazing ability to overcome adversity. Although most of my poems rhyme, some of them read like prose. My favorite female poets are Edna St. Vincent Millay and Emily Dickinson. I have been previously published in Echoes of LBI , a popular coffee table magazine, about the culture and history of Long Beach Island.