Ann Foster Poet Free verse

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It’s a world of confusion, 
     some kind of illusion? 

We live in together, 
     making believe, forever! 

Sadness and sorrow, 
     just waiting for tomorrow… 

Crying in laughter, 
    from, here ever after.

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Jeanne Mcgee July 16, 2019 at 3:36 PM That sounds like all my relationships...crying in laughter. a wonderful sentiment. Lovely poem. Ann Foster July 16, 2019 at 7:25 PM We get married with forever in our heart, and love on our lips... later it is over and all lies... Often we look back and go??? "?"... Yet, I am a romantic and still believe in FOREVER! Thanks for the kind note. Hugs.

Jennifer Proxenos July 15, 2019 at 10:57 AM Living is confusing and so short are our lives, a spec of sand on the beach, that it is almost an illusion, sad that we can't always be happy. A philosophical write - well penned Ann. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Ann Foster July 15, 2019 at 11:17 AM You always have the nicest things to say my friend. Bless you. I am so glad that you enjoyed it. Hugs... Ann

Richard Lamoureux July 15, 2019 at 9:19 AM I’m not sure which I enjoyed more, the poem or your responses to the comments. I like your way of expressing yourself. Ann Foster July 15, 2019 at 10:30 AM You are so very kind. Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed the scrawl on electronic if virtual paper. hehe. Ann

Sand Blown July 14, 2019 at 3:17 PM life can be a b...but a door exists...our consciousness keeps it hidden from the stage lights of an everyday life dream we act out as if it's all there is...go figure : / Ann Foster July 14, 2019 at 9:06 PM I love the stage lights. It often feels that way, like we perform... and wait to see if the image in the mirror claps. Ann

Sandra Adams July 14, 2019 at 3:12 PM when the confusion spins in our minds, the illusion falls through words...each person who reads the words perceive them differently, perhaps today they will cheer you up, tomorrow make you cry! Either way it's some sort of therapy :) Ann Foster July 14, 2019 at 9:05 PM Thank you so kindly. Lovely words themselves, truly written. Ann

Caren Krutsinger July 13, 2019 at 10:50 PM It is confusion, and illusion. And we do have the tomorrows and the todays. I think we write poems in order to sort them out. Don't you? Ann Foster July 14, 2019 at 9:46 AM I believe it helps. You can be in one mood, write and change the whole world in a sentence or two. Ann Kurt Ravidas July 14, 2019 at 9:15 AM I wouldn't write if I could. There's no a reasonable reason for that. The God of illusions must be making me, I mean, the illusion of me)