Ann Cantu Poet Free verse

Daydream

Verses composed, daytime dreams,
Lounging in a languid breeze,
Letter by lazy letter they drop
Into the ether, never to be retrieved.

I sometimes long to feel, no,
I let that feeling go, far off, long ago.
It is all trite now, every thing alright,
As hummingbirds alight on thin branches above.

Why dream of love? It is here,
Swirling down in calls from mourning doves.
Each moment expected, projected,
Reserves a momentary morsel of surprise.

Unable to partake, I gaze, breathe in
Literary inspiration, a passing phrase.
Sacred nature, the supernatural in my veins.
It matters not you died; you are here today.


Ann R Cantu
04/26/2023

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Diane Perna August 24, 2023 at 1:58 PM Lovely, I enjoyed your message, nicely done! Ann Cantu August 24, 2023 at 2:11 PM Thank you so much Diane!

Randy Freie August 23, 2023 at 9:17 PM Wow, exceptional and exquisite. My poetry sounds sophomoric next to yours. Wonderful work Ann. Ann Cantu August 24, 2023 at 2:10 PM Thanks Randy. I’m glad enjoyed my poem. I’m looking forward to reading some of yours. I’m sure it doesn’t sound sophomoric. lol

Daniel Schack August 23, 2023 at 4:09 PM nice poetry. please see and/or comment mine. be well. Ann Cantu August 23, 2023 at 7:03 PM Thank you Daniel. I appreciate your reading and commenting!

Sotto Poet May 25, 2023 at 9:17 PM Ann, you have a gift for words. An uplifting poetry of the highest grade, full of vivid imagery and flawless diction; please don't stop writing like this. Appreciate your feedback and visit to my page. Ann Cantu May 25, 2023 at 10:53 PM Thank you so much!

Timothy Ray May 22, 2023 at 3:59 PM such a day basking beneath the Coolabah tree watching the river meander....and in the last two lines you realize...it is not a light at the end of the tunnel....it is a train coming at you...loved the mood, waiting on a muse Timothy Ray May 22, 2023 at 8:03 PM actually poetry has always been a therapy session of sorts, and as i tell Wordsmiths a great way to see how you have grown or relapsed...a way for the neuropaths to reveal themselves...we have a tendency to do this, i rather enjoy my vitriolic rants of yesteryear when i had the energy Ann Cantu May 22, 2023 at 7:56 PM I’ve found myself a-muse(d) of late. Psychologist suggested I return to poetry for inspiration, for behavioral modification. Sigh. She’s right, dammit. But I’ll have you know, I approach this awareness kicking and screaming.