Not all poems are poetic
Or happy
or sad
Some are just the rantings
of an old woman’s mind. . .
sweeping away cobwebs
so well-defined and yet
lost unattended
by years of neglect.
Forgotten moments
of joy,
of sorrow,
of brilliance,
of stunned regret. Yet,
yet I still strive
to remember
to love,
to forgive,
to enjoy time here
now
this moment.
Buddie Bertrand
Durango
