The Poetry Of Cherilyn
            Fry


            
 


            
Evening Thoughts

            
Evening Thoughts

            
Evenings fall like a black velvet blanket

            superimposed with twinkles

            that shatter the blackness~

            I glance up at the heavens

            feeling alone

            and while nothing stirs

            all I can hear is the beating of my heart~

            all of a sudden a cry emerges from my throat

            "I am here"

            and another

            "I exist" melts fruitlessly into the blackened hole...

            I wonder where in damn hell

            company is

            on this spinning ball we call home

            I wonder how we, the 6.65 billion individuals, can possibly connect

            to find our way back home

            to each other.

            
 

            
Cherilyn Fry lives in Vancouver,
            BC and has been writing poetry on and off for many years . Now
            in her fifties she has seen her work recently published in Birds
            by my Window: Willow Tree Poems as well as a in Taj Mahal Review.