Linda Ori

Helper, UT, USA

DOB: 8/13/45; Place: Lorain, OH
Spouse: Jack Ori; Married: 5/3/75
Children: Jimae, James, Randy
Education: Chelsea High, Chelsea, MI '63—Diploma; Jackson Community College, Jackson, MI '66—Assoc. Nursing W.A. Foote Mem. Hosp. School of Nursing, Jackson, MI '66—Diploma in Nursing
Occupation: Registered Nurse, Family Practice Office, Price, UT
Member: National Association of Physician Nurses, Recreation, Carbon County Council for Arts and Humanity
Honors: Nomination—Distinguished Member of The International Society of Poets; Editor's Choice Award—The National Library of Poetry; invitation—Famous Poet's Society Convention, '95; invitation—The International Society of Poets Convention, '97; election to The International Poetry Hall of Fame, '97
Personal Note: Every person that you meet has wisdom to impart—your life becomes far richer when you listen with your heart. I have been writing poetry since high school in the '60's. I am also a self-proclaimed artist—sketch and water color. I paint mostly angels that I give away to those in need of comfort.

Sad Green Eyes

You look at me with sad green eyes,
I'm overcome with feeling-
Such deep emotion they disguise,
Yet send my senses reeling;

They speak to me of loneliness
And feelings unexpressed,
Of hopes and dreams unrealized
And love gone uncaressed;

They cry to me of urgency
To experience it all-
But here you are in limbo
With your back against the wall;

I wish I had the answers
To the questions they impose-
I'm drowning in those sad green eyes
And the sorrow only grows;

If I had one magic wish,
You know what it would be?
To see instead of sad green eyes
Green eyes that smile for me.

Twilight

Time passes.....
And still we fail to see
How brief is our mortality;
Days flow
In habitual, mindless haze
Yet always aware
In conscious ways-
The clock ticks on;
The sun rises,
The sun sets-
Another day lost forever
And still we fail to see
How brief is our mortality;
The baby cries,
The old man dies-
Birth and death,
Life's accomplishments along the way
Mark time by memories;
Always tomorrow comes
Unbidden, endless days
And still we fail to see
How brief is our mortality;
Awake! Toss back the covers of indifference-
Breathe the fragrance of existence,
Savor the banquet of Life,
Visualize the inner beauty of creation-
Listen with a passion of the heart
And feel from the depths of the soul,
For this is our mortality.....
No matter how brief.