Pagosa Springs Artists


The sounds of tomarrow

are a silent cacophony,

have no place yet within

my memory, intrude

only in uncertain

interludes of fear or

imagined bravery, dare

to balance the woe

of choices past which

can't be undone, joys

ended or hung out to dry

where crying will do no

 good, with decisions yet

to be made from cavalcades

of offers, coffers of trinkets,

or that which is in my

truest interest.


first published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

©2016 Bonnie Manion


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