Welcomed quiet, sitting outside

Watching, the clouds roll on by

Air so sweet, rain came down

Moon blanketed, stars in shroud

Lights blink out, time for sleep

Front porch sitting, gently weep

Sickness comes, once again

Sadness starts sinking in

Age and folly, had their day

Time keeps ticking, moments stay

Linger on the things of past

Shattered dreams like broken glass

Sourly bitter, winds of change

Ruined fruits, knotting frame

Plaguing thoughts, another’s dream

Turning tide in mid-stream

Sordid actions, each their part

Lurking, pollutes the heart

Piercing pains, panic sets in

Removing self from within

Surreal night turns into day

Another choice to be made

Cleansing winds blow on by

Setting sights up to the sky.

©2018 Dawn Marie DiMartinoh-armstrong-roberts-elderly-farmer-smoking-pipe-sitting-on-rocker-on-front-porch-looking-out-onto-land_a-G-7994891-14258389

About Dawn Marie DiMartino

I had lived most of my youth in New York, but have been a native of Florida for over 20+ years. I am recently divorced, a mother of 2 adult children and I am a retired analyst. My passion for writing and drawing started at a very early age. I have continued through my adult life taking a pen to hand and compiling my innermost thoughts, feelings and expressions on paper. My writing and drawing keep me in a calming frame of mind when I am putting it all down. Some/Most of my writings can tell you about my personal story. I have published 4 poetry books, 5 children's books, and have been involved in 4 anthologies.
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