Heading art by Robert Fleming

Heading art by Robert Fleming /// Send up to three ghazals on any subject, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on August 18th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Ghazal Train will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, August 19th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Monday, August 14, 2023

Mary Mayer Shapiro

We Blinked and Lost


Yesterday is gone it is lost

The love we once had iis lost

 

Childhood times were unadorned

These days gone by are lost

 

Teen years we were busy

Doing things we have forgotten are lost

 

As young adults deciding what we want

Making decisions based on youth are lost

 

Middle age we try to experience our youth

What fools we are we are we are lost

 

As we age we come to our senses

Those years are past cannot be recaptured are lost

 

In the end we look back yes Mary

The senseless irresponsible years are lost


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