Poems from Annette M Velasquez
Vagabond,
humming- bird hearted
fluttering
to and fro
sipping the sweetness
( often the bitterness)
of this thing called
life.
Migratory...
And so, all is forgiven
in death.
And the decade that
has passed since
your passing
has diluted
my memories
of your gruffness.
We all...
Hello, God, it's me again.
Things down here are a mess.
We sure could use some help, Lord,
though it's our own fault, I guess.
You took six...
Life becomes mere existence
when you're mercilessly deprived
of everything for which you've hoped
and dreamed and worked and strived.
When...
Decades pass
and I'm still writing
from youth through middle age
and here I am,
poet yet-
filling each blank page.
And justifiably you ask...