Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Urgency and age, well acquaintedIs it Celestine, this drawor a fateful sense of lacking? Time ticks a cringeworthy rhythminsists I pay attention – Fine!say I, lingering over a defiant tea Passive is my denialaggressive is the fearTomorrow, I tell myself. ( Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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If I measure progressby “used-to’s”illness and age win I used to play tennisspeed and muscleease of ambition This place, the nexus of how life has changed,teaches me appreciation Frost in my veinspermanent, warmthof memories aglow. (Image my own.Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson)
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Past love’s deadlinewolves no longer prowlvultures, smelling rot,circle overhead, plot My essence is solitaryfeather fallen betweenwide-eyed expectancyand maturity’s abyss Abandonment or neglectI truly cannot say… (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Had a kinship oncewith gentlenessand acceptanceconfidence, too Till independencemade me tougha fortress againstimagined battles Married myselfto distance disengagedfrom fluidity Age necessitates shiftthose barriers of old they’re just cons Readopting tendernessre-friending acceptanceconfidence with humour. (My challenge this week is con/ scams/ catfish. Image my own.)
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Youth flaunts her truthserious in convictions –that eternity existsthat words carry worth Folly naturally succeedsbreak down – inevitablethe opportunity to learn –silent, age considers action. (Image mine)
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Celebrity bores I crave sapid exchange – bird song, sweet and tender I am past prime – gigs dried up but nature provides plenty. (Image mine)
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Inessential am I ghost of a woman burden avoidance Imperfect am I each flaw a step towards deepening blue And yet, I exist purpose unknown shadow dancing. (Image: Self-portrait)
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Armed with plans and guidelines, we ready for life’s climb, unaware that childhood, untamed and intact, takes the lead.
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Influence minimal, once hair turns white and body slows to sloth Only words – genderless and without context serve to blindside Last weapon of age. (Image from created by yours truly.)
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Gossamer that thread, that sparkle, that vestige of my youth I try to hold on, gnarly grip no match for her exuberance Hope we reunite next time around. (Image from personal collection)
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