Connie Pachecho Poet Free verse

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A Time To Reflect

 Expression Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Silent One
Written 4/15/24



A Time To Reflect

As my last sunset nears

I look back at the sunrise

And dwell on the past

I order another beer

And stare at the nostalgia 

The faded painting on the wall

That's now lost its color 

And slumps

I see myself and the look in my eyes

And the lost twinkle

I keep twirling the quarter in front of me

And my thoughts

The manly friends 

That I have shared a beer with

And occasional romance

Having long past

Those were the good old days

We had many stories to tell

And kept up with each other's chapters 

And mostly of each other's gossip and routines 

Together we watched the Super Bowls and World Series

And who can forget the first man on the moon telecast? 

We watched, cheered, and shared

The seasons and seasonings

Salted long ago

And were riveted at times when our stars collided

As this bar became the lighthouse to my ship

Where the company added more than the thirst for beer

Now there are many empty seats of young kids

Preoccupied with themselves and their phones

So indifferent to my time

As the bartender wakes me from my thoughts

I stop twirling the quarter

Politely he asks, ma'am would you like another beer

My fingers stop a tear in my eye

Politely I say I'm leaving this dwelling

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Silent One May 1, 2024 at 11:55 AM A wonderful take on the contest.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..

Connie Pachecho April 15, 2024 at 3:28 PM After I wrote this poem I made numerous edits, adding seasons and seasonings. I can't help myself. Because there's a racehorse in me that rushes and presses send before the poem ripens. I enjoy writing in the comfort of my bed, under the covers as I type away on my laptop. I write a blanket of thoughts and poems that keep me warm.

Connie Pachecho April 15, 2024 at 1:19 PM Even after I wrote this poem I see a few cliches. I replaced one with--As this bar became my lighthouse to my ship. I write quickly (less than hour) and not seriously. But for fun. And try to earn/learn along the way.