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Night's Embrace

by

Peggy L. Lanning

In the deep purple mist,
the night rises to touch the earth.
In it, childen will be conceived,
men and women depart. Wild life will
hunt to feed, all sustaining balance
of life on earth.

Children will complain and cajole, and sneak
a moment more of awakness before surrending
to the urges of parents who know best. These parents
counting the seconds before peace is restored to the
house, and they can catch moments to rekindle
their love.

The lonely, will stare into the
darkness one last time--watching.
No one comes, and so they
settle into whatever emptiness they
have created to pass the time.

Sleep pulls us deeper into the purple
mist, a swirling fog, clinging
heavily to us as we succumb to
gentle nothingness where dreams caress
us in the night’s embrace

Turn and Run

by

Peggy L. Lanning

Telephones jingle,
faxes clack, folders
shout from toppling
stacks.

People dashing all
about, photo copies
spewing out. Deadline
battles with the clock,
noisy sound of tick
and tock.

Clients call, some
on hold, waiting for
attention. Stomach
lurches, oh my gosh
it's too early for this
tension.

Racing to my desk
I stumble, the cup in hand
takes a tumble. Although,
the day has just begun, I turn my
feet around and run.

Out the door in one huge push,
I bump in to my boss’ tush.
With a grumble and a look, he
makes me blush, and humble.

I turn around and march with
dread back amongst the fray,
I’m caught and all that I can do
is work ‘til end of day.

my grandmother

by

Peggy L. Lanning

so close by, always near
the day will come
as I do fear
but I can't imagine being without....
my grandmother

my grandmother

by

Peggy L. Lanning

so old but dear
always close by
always near
though the day will come
as I have feared
but i can't imagin being without

out

by

Peggy L. Lanning

too much whiskey
too many fights
too much whiskey
too many fights
sometimes I wonder
I wonder if they know...
I wonder where they'll go...