Bonnie E. Lorenc

Mesa, Arizona, USA

Bonnie has been writing for sixty years, stories, plays, a daily journal, poetry is her greatest inspiration. She was a reporter on a major newspaper. She is a teacher for the Mott Program in Flint, Michigan, creative drama improvisation, puppetry, creative dance. She is a member of the L.D.S. church, serving as Activity director Teacher, organist, chorister. She is a member of the International Society of poets, Daughter's of the American Revolution and Daughter's of Utah Pioneers. She was a winner of "Every Woman Has a Dream" contest and poets division for poem, "The World" in a senior contest. She has been published in several anthologies. Her personal philosophy is " I am only One but I am ONE. She is also a mother of nine children and many grandchildren and great grandchildren

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Ordinary

The setting sun comes through
My curtains, weaving latticed
Patterns everywhere.
Imperceptibly it shifts and
Works it's magic on the ivy bloom
Translucent and alive, no longer
Ordinary in the dancing shaded gloom.
Trees bend casting myriad lights
That only last a second as the wind
Orchestrates the flailing branches
Filtered through ordinary windows,
Transformed before my dazzled eyes
Flashing briefly
Then it's gone.

Old Cedar Chest

It stands in the corner
Still beautiful and fine
Nicks and bruises on the surface
Tales of countless troubled times.
In '43 her paratrooper hurried home on leave
They picked it out together
she was just eighteen.
The wedding full of promise
A quilt within the chest
The war made heroes out of boys
He was just nineteen.
The cedar chest is with her
Full of journals from the past
Silent witness still remembers
Hopeful dreams
A boy and girl that didn't last.

I THINK I BURIED THEM ALIVE!

I must work it through before
Another year goes unresolved, I've
Bowed my head in dire defeat
Far too many New Year's Eve's.

I resolve to change, face the truth
And practice Joy
Exorcise my doubts and fears
Nevermore to wander in despair

Throughout the coming years.

Head Start

Not quite five
Just past three
Little people
With a will
Personalities not
Quite set
They have a mind
A face and name tags
Just for now.
Teachers and children
Wave goodbye as they
Leave for home.
Let safe and caring persons
Meet their bus
Alleviate their fears
Give a real head start to
Their young lives,
Tender
Formative years.