Daydream

Verses composed, daytime dreams, Lounging in a languid breeze, Letter by lazy letter they drop Into the ether, never to be retrieved. I sometimes long to feel, no, I let that feeling go, far off, long ago. It is all trite now, every thing alright, As hummingbirds alight on thin branches above. Why dream of love? It is here, Swirling down in calls from mourning doves. Each moment expected, projected, Reserves a momentary morsel of surprise. Unable to partake, I gaze, breathe in Literary inspiration, a passing phrase. Sacred nature, the supernatural in my veins. It matters not you died; you are here today. Ann R Cantu 04/26/2023

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Diane Perna

Date: 8/24/2023 1:58:00 PM

Lovely, I enjoyed your message, nicely done!

Ann Cantu
Date: 8/24/2023 2:11:00 PM

Thank you so much Diane!

Randy Freie

Date: 8/23/2023 9:17:00 PM

Wow, exceptional and exquisite. My poetry sounds sophomoric next to yours. Wonderful work Ann.

Ann Cantu
Date: 8/24/2023 2:10:00 PM

Thanks Randy. I’m glad enjoyed my poem. I’m looking forward to reading some of yours. I’m sure it doesn’t sound sophomoric. lol

Daniel Schack

Date: 8/23/2023 4:09:00 PM

nice poetry. please see and/or comment mine. be well.

Ann Cantu
Date: 8/23/2023 7:03:00 PM

Thank you Daniel. I appreciate your reading and commenting!

Sotto Poet

Date: 5/25/2023 9:17:00 PM

Ann, you have a gift for words. An uplifting poetry of the highest grade, full of vivid imagery and flawless diction; please don't stop writing like this. Appreciate your feedback and visit to my page.

Ann Cantu
Date: 5/25/2023 10:53:00 PM

Thank you so much!

Timothy Ray

Date: 5/22/2023 3:59:00 PM

such a day basking beneath the Coolabah tree watching the river meander....and in the last two lines you realize...it is not a light at the end of the tunnel....it is a train coming at you...loved the mood, waiting on a muse

Timothy Ray
Date: 5/22/2023 8:03:00 PM

actually poetry has always been a therapy session of sorts, and as i tell Wordsmiths a great way to see how you have grown or relapsed...a way for the neuropaths to reveal themselves...we have a tendency to do this, i rather enjoy my vitriolic rants of yesteryear when i had the energy

Ann Cantu
Date: 5/22/2023 7:56:00 PM

I’ve found myself a-muse(d) of late. Psychologist suggested I return to poetry for inspiration, for behavioral modification. Sigh. She’s right, dammit. But I’ll have you know, I approach this awareness kicking and screaming.