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Lost Phone Numbers

darrell — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 14:29:18 GMT

I lost my phone a couple weeks ago along with many phone numbers. If you think I should have your number, please send it to me so that I can enter it back into my new phone. Thanks, Darrell

Hands Like Road Maps

darrell — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:52:53 GMT

Hands Like Road Maps Darrell Moore (3/2008) I sat next to her rocker watching her sleep Each breath weaker than the one before Her hair silver like the jewelry gracing her fingers and toes Glasses were precariously resting on the tip of her nose And her eyes had long ago given up seeing into this world The rocker slowly tipped backwards Her nightgown old and stained covering her frail body I now wonder whether I sit here to support her. Or is it that she wants to teach me The art of patience? With each slow shallow breath Memories of a much younger woman Playing horse With me as a child Flood my mind In the mirror I see my own crow’s feet and wrinkled face I look away. Time has betrayed us. And now I look at her hands. Her hands like road maps to another world And I want to follow. If only I could read those hands like the gypsies I have known…..

The Seer

darrell — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 17:06:45 GMT

Darrell Moore (3/2008) You say you want to see To really see Give me your hand and Let us walk the road I walk Let me show you the world I see Not with my eyes But with my soul Walk between light and darkness Into that magical twilight of grey Breathe And breathe As your breath tightens And your body shrivels to nothingness Just to see the fae Old, old, gay, oh so old Thousands of years, if all were told Give to these children, new to the world Rest far from men Is anything better, anything better? Breathe And breathe Then as your breath inflates The shell of your body swells Into the stars To the thrones of the gods above Where power manifests greatness Darkness becomes light And light darkness Laws non existent for minds to wander Fear and lust prevail Breathe And breathe We see this material world here and other worlds there And we hopefully see The insignificancies of minutia Within the universal perpetuity

Private Life

darrell — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 17:05:38 GMT

Darrell Moore (3/2008) Pink elephants walking through Times Square on New Years Eve My closets wide open in disarray Exposing carefully hidden bones That festering boil on my face And you cannot help but stare Heart and soul Vulnerable, exposed And I eagerly desire the solitude Afforded a middling human being To be the mysterious nameless To just fade into the background Where fog smears crafted solids And covers distinctive metaphors I have fallen in love with the fog Hiding the mountain

Old Oak

darrell — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 19:59:49 GMT

Old Oak Darrell Moore (2007) Brilliant blue skies Blinding white pastures Old creaking oak Glistening ice crystals Branches hanging low As if holding all Heaviness of the world Slowly shedding Drop by drop Recent memories pass Reminiscing simplicity Yet ornaments remain

Fall

darrell — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 19:45:00 GMT

Fall Darrell Moore 2007 While the sun shines bright The flower show ending The aging colors fading To return again next year Eyes lightly closed A chilling breeze blows The smell of baking bread Wafts through the streets The departed leaves falling The browns, gold, greens Reds, burnt oranges Carpet the landscape Knowing winter is coming Savoring the vanishing colors Focusing on the warmth The darkening days approach

Lady in Coffee Shop

darrell — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 17:44:44 GMT

Lady in Coffee Shop Darrell Moore 2007 Dreary dank morn no different Shoulders pulled taut, neck arched Eyes search the ground recklessly Nothing to be found The exertion of the day begins Thoughts of chores ahead Despite the monotone patterns Oblivious to the surround Eye contact inadvertently made A smile impossible to fathom Purpose unknown, march onward Obligated to the daily routine Unconsciously slipping hand in purse Drops countless change on the counter Someone else can reckon the sum Coffee in hand shuffling to the door In her business suit, her stage mask She attempts to convince the world The rewards of her menial tasks Will forever change humanity.