A Moment to Share a Poem

A Walk to Nowhere

By: Amy Donnelly


I walk along the street of life.
A walk to nowhere,
Stride by stride

I walk along the street at night.
A walk to nowhere
All my life

A walk alone
It seems so wrong
To walk along these roads alone

I see the turns,
The road may take,
The road ahead,
Too long a wait

The gravel terrain,
Beneath my feet,
I must wear shoes
Along this deserted street.

I feel the time pass
Though no tick of a clock
In the road of life,
That was forgot

I feel ahead
My hands numb,
But I must feel for danger
While I walk alone

Days past,
Maybe years,
But the walk ahead
Is still not clear.

Just a Moment for a Poem

By: Amy Donnelly

No time to write
No time for games
No time to run in from the rain

No time to sit
    and contemplate my life
Only time
    to say goodnight

Take a step back
For I fear you will see--
How busy life
Always seems to be.


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Happy Saturday everyone. The spring semester is almost over. Only 25 days left. Now it is crunch time. I just signed up for fall classes including student teaching and a class on leadership in schools, so I have officially registered for my last semester of my master's degree.

White Images of New Hampshire

I wanted to share the following poem entitled "White Images" that was published in the "2008 Poets' Guide to New Hampshire." 

White Images
By:  Amy Donnelly

The snow-covered peak of Mt. Washington
The foamy waves crashing against the rocks of Rye Beach

Snow-covered highways
Powdered sugar on fried dough
Empty ice cream cups at Golden Rod
White hair on an Annalee Doll
Popcorn at the Deerifield Fair

The Inn at Mills Falls
Ice Skating at Dorrs Pond
A warm cup of white hot-chocolate
A snow angel

White, a relaxing afternoon
Church on Easter Sunday
A seagull at Hampton Beach
Skiing at Cannon Mountain, Waterville Valley, or Gunstock

White, a long walk home on a blistering winter’s day
To a warm house
Where I sit in the company of family
With a white knitted throw
And new white socks
White headlights sweep the street
And I slowly fall sleep.

*For more information about the Poets' Guide check our the following link:  Poetry Society of New Hampshire