I sometimes feel so lost,
only to realize I have no place to go...

Can the past present itself,
in the future....

Or could the future,
be a glimpse of out past...

What is the moment.....
Is it a snapshot of time...

Something that's always there....
Yet always goes away....

You can never catch
or hold on to it....
Its gone once you do it....

How do we enjoy the moment,
once the moment is gone...

The moment changes,
with every tick of the clock....

Yet what does a clock,
have to do with time...

It's the sun and the moon,
that tells us what to do.....

When I see those tears in your eyes,
I often wonder what your trying to hide...

My love for you goes so deep,
nothing you say can make me leave.  

Our hurt from our past,
we must let go....

It can drive one crazy day by day,
and understand it's not your mistake....

Life is hard enough on your own,
let  one in that loving heart...

Things will change they always do....
Always remember I love you...

A hundred people, having known our girl,
who knew her love, and loved her in return,
came to her funeral, and there were others,
too distant, too fragile,
or too old to understand,
who would have come as well.
You were not with us, families and friends,
to see her coffin go stately to the fire;
you were not there to see us spread her ashes
on hillside and seashore, say a last goodbye.
But you, who never knew of her in life,
you also wept when you heard of her sudden death
from haemorrhage in the brain,
aged thirty-six and pregnant,
as if the facts,
the words alone, were tragic. You were touched
by the death of one whom you had never known.
You shared our loss.

Here are some subjects of which I have written
in blank verse, or free, or in rhyme.
I've tabulated twenty-six or so,
but might think of more, given time.

Arts and music show our humanity,
but Birds and Beasts also have passions.
Celebrations of joy, or Death and grief,
Events of all kinds inspire Emotions.

F tells of Friends and Family;
G and H, Garden and Home;
and I is Inspiration,
sometimes slow to come.

Jokes and humour entertain us,
or may have the power to move;
and K could be the Key to all secrets
of Language, Life and Love.

Metamorphosis and Magic can change our lives,
and the Natural world can surprise.
Objects of all kinds may inspire,
and Places we visit can open our eyes.

Quirky poems may be Quaint,
though Religion is generally serious.
Scenery and landscape surround us,
but Time is deeply mysterious.

Unfortunately my index doesn't include
any subjects beginning with U;
but I do have Verse-forms of various kinds,
Villanelle, sonnet, décima, haiku ...

Weather and seasons influence us,
and pastiches (by X) may be fun.
Youth and age come to us all in time,
and Z shows a poem's a fantasy one.

As you see, I've forced into an alphabet
some subjects I've treated in verse,
and if this is not one of my best poems,
at least I can console myself by thinking that if I had maybe written it differently
        it could have been an awful lot worse.