Patricia A. Perras Lackawaxen, Pennsylvania

I am a registered nurse, wife, mother of four, grandmother of three (soon to be four). For many years I looked for an outlet for my creative side and discovered the joy of writing poetry at the age of 46. I have had twelve poems published in various anthologies, collections and newsletters. Eight of my poems have received awards of various degrees. I relax with my gardening, walking in the woods on the mountain where I live, and practicing Karate. I dedicate this exhibit to my grandson, Liam Thomas Perras, who suffers from congenital heart problems. We pray he survives long enough to benefit from a medical break through.

Autumn's Changes Glancing at the daily transformation, That nature brings with fall, Enjoying her magnificent natural rewards. Prisms of colors, Decorate her trees and grounds, Enhancing this seasonal parade. Her precious animals Scurry to ready for the changes ahead, Preparing for winter's coming. Noticing the thinning And bare branches arriving each day, Recognizing the need for adapting to change. The anticipation requires A special emotional plan To celebrate, yet ready oneself for winter!

Erotic Shades i want to celebrate more than once the fireworks of our passions to enjoy the many sensations we give and share touching each's strength hearing sensual sounds tasting our flavors smelling sexual aromas trusting in our fervor relishing the closeness creating special erotic moments through your patient and giving guidance vivaciousinspirationcaressestendernessorgasmsrefreshing i am ready to flourish as we share I will seize to be

Absurdly Simple Constant thoughts bring mournful tears, the discouragement in the path that seems endless, withdrawn to the world of pity and futility, displeasure announces the presence of loneliness. Fearfully facing the turbulence that life brings, shouldering the unwanted anxiety of pain, lost in the fierceness of endless bewilderment, not knowing what reality brings. Creeping slowly toward the abyss of nowhere, pondering the eventuality of not being, dressing the external to please in order to be, capturing signals to remain intact. Helplessly relying on a perceptual needs, neither given not taken in comfort, establishing the mask of peaceful contentness, all are fooled into viewing a healing soul.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Patricia A. Perras. All rights reserved.