HOPE

How many dark places

have I been

Has there been too many

did I die?

My heart feels so heavy

will I let you hold it

will I let you have it

I want to

The tears choke me

they stop my breath

did I die?

God I hope not

I want to accept

the new life 

ahead of me

I want to embrace it

and 

You

Walking into the light

can be blinding

It makes it hard to see

for awhile

Your eyes need to adjust

will I adjust?

God…

I hope so. 

By Lynn Hahn

HO-HUM

Art or reality

is it a a choice?

Can’t they blend?

Tough sometimes

nothing rhymes 

when they're off balance

No reality leaves little 

to put on the page

Too much reality

there’s no time

to put anything 

on the page…

Ho-Hum. 

By Lynn Hahn

CHITTER CHATTER ...SHHH

Silence is golden 

but

pure solitude 

is deafening

I chose to be with you

and to be with me

No need to share a roof

at our age

Your chatter can be 

delightful 

when I know it can be 

turned off

with the close of my front door

Having mornings with 

nothing but me

and the air

help me to care more for you

when days are to be filled with two

There’s something wonderful

about romance 

in older years

It can date back to 

the time

we had a curfew

So excited to see your beau

no strings attached 

just butterflies in your stomach…

Forever. 

By Lynn Hahn

SHADES AND SHAPES

Poetry is best captured in many shades and shapes

Life is not just black and white

it has light

and darkness

How boring it would be

not to have variety

A balance is best

Posey can have structure 

or 

Be care 

F

   R

        e e

It can be funny 

sad

or 

mad

To lean one way or the other

is to fall down

and drown 

in repetion

Each poet has something to say

in their own very special way

That’s what makes it

wonderful.

By Lynn Hahn

HOME

Life is like an incredibly long movie (hopefully)

with lots of twists and turns

It has you sitting on the edge of your seat

wondering …

Where is the creator is going

 with this plot?

Parts are so boring 

you start snoring

Only to be awaken

by a scream

Was that me?

On and on it goes

and nobody knows

the ending

Some think they do

and try to convince others

their idea is true

After a while as the movie

continues

you start to relax

Push back in your chair

and go along for the ride

Not worrying about knowing 

the conclusion

Confident you will “get it”

when the time arrives 

for you to 

finally…

Go Home.

By Lynn Hahn

SELF PORTRAIT

Like a praying mantis

she is ready to eat his head

for every word he said

Judge and jury

she’s in a hurry

to make him wrong

So sad inside

she tries to hide

her faults

by pointing out his

Look in the mirror

dear

And you will see

just how

ugly

you can be. 

By Lynn Hahn

SLEEPLESS IN TACOMA

My night was one of interruptions

Body and mind expressing

their discontent

with some mysterious malady yet to be

determined

My strategy remains consistent

Repose

and pray this too shall pass. 

By Lynn Hahn