Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Lana Bella
Deji W. Adesoye
Chris Lord
Ali Znaidi
Francis Annagu
Olajide Vincent Ajise
Lyn Lifshin
Akor Emmanuel
Duane Locke
Running Cub
Paul B. Roth
Fahredin Shehu
Laszlo Slomovits
Silvia Scheibli
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Irsa Ruci
Elisavietta Ritchie
Alex Ferde

Richard Gartee
Robert Nisbet
Alan Britt
Changming Yuan
Nahshon Cook
Peycho Kanev
Jennifer Burd
Fred Wolven

Karyn M. Bruce

 


Ann Arbor Review

is an independent

International Journal & ezine

Copyright (c) 2016 Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
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AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 47 years all together....

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 A BLURRED HORIZON
       
 (for Marilyn L. who has Early Onset Alzheimer’s Disease)

 verse 1:

She wraps her finger ‘round her husband’s curls,
still his sweetheart, his best girl,
pulls on his strength, hers for the taking,
Mare wants to tell him . . words escaping

chorus:

She’ll climb your mind, turn back time,
hold your hand tight as she can,
forget your name, why she came,
messages tanglin’ in her brain.
Connections lost, hard luck’s coin tossed,
landin’ bright side, a memory in view.
Mare says: I remember you

verse 2:

She loves the cider mill: a donut, please,
searches for an apple beside a river of bees.
Two fawns come to drink, their coats shine,
Mare follows them to    what she can’t find

chorus:

She’ll climb your mind, turn back time,
hold your hand tight as she can.
She’ll forget your name, why she came,
messages tanglin’ in her brain.
Connections lost, hard luck’s coin tossed,
landin’ bright side, a memory in view.
Mare says: I remember you

verse 3:

She stands at graveside, cannot place
the name on the headstone, covers her face.
Used to bring flowers, watered with tears.
Mare scatters ash    remnants of fear.

chorus:

She’ll climb your mind, turn back time,
hold your hand tight as she can.
She’ll forget your name, why she came,
messages tanglin’ in her brain.
Connections lost, hard luck’s coin tossed,
landin’ bright side, a memory in view.
Mare says: I remember you

       She’s beauty walkin’ a blurred horizon,
       leavin’ us behind, eyes shinin’,
       as we try, oh we try, to hold back time

 

 

Chris Lord, Ann Arbor, Michigan

   


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