Morning Thoughts

One hundred years like one have wiped away
The former present from this ancient past.
There’s haunting mixed with fragile peace today
That spreads with some wild wind and travels fast.
We wonder how long all of this will last.
May somewhere, fresh with time, there be a place
Where I can pause concern to kiss your face.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Bjorn is hosting with the theme of “plague, pestilence, and pandemic”.

On Thursday I will feature poems with seven lines. They don’t have to be Chaucerian stanzas as this one is. The only constraint will be that the poems have seven lines.

I found the following link to Barbara Steisand singing Somewhere on the KATiE MiA FredericK!iI blog. It lifted my spirits and so I am passing it on.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

47 thoughts on “Morning Thoughts”

  8. Being denied the sense of touch, fellowship, and companionship leaves us withered and weakened and sad; bring on the hugs and clown horns and balloons.

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  14. Past and present are interwoven, and this is conveyed in the line: ‘There’s haunting mixed with fragile peace today’. I love the final line, it’s so gentle and touching (pun intended).

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  16. This is so lovely. As a grandmother unable to kiss her grandson today on his birthday, these words really resonate,”May somewhere, fresh with time, there be a place
    Where I can pause concern to kiss your face.”

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