Poems by Fran Tabor

Conversation With a Poet Too Modern

Do you truly believe,

A few well-chosen words of frozen time

Have less meaning if spoke in rhyme?

An Old Lady, Staring at Walls

As I walked down dementia’s halls

I saw an old lady, laughing at walls.

A touch, without touching, no words did we share

She stirred my mind’s whisper; she shared her mind’s stare.

            “Pieces of memory, sliding through my mind

            Making a necklace, on strings of time.

            Each bead’s a treasure, undimmed by years;

            Some invoke laughter, some inspire tears.

            I treasure this necklace, strung through my mind,

            As heading for the next life, I watch this one unwind.”