Not all poems are poetic

Or happy

or sad

Some are just the rantings

of an old woman’s mind. . .

sweeping away cobwebs

so well-defined and yet

lost unattended

by years of neglect.

Forgotten moments

of joy,

of sorrow,

of brilliance,

of stunned regret. Yet,

yet I still strive

to remember

to love,

to forgive,

to enjoy time here

now

this moment.

Buddie Bertrand

Durango