Such a gift is youth – silvers stars and bows, jingle-jangle wishes… Seldom opened – shame and insecurity casting doubt, despair Shall we try again,
Tag: age
Aged
Even in the waning times – memories of youth fading – there are traces of a personality, hints of the contours of a life well-sculpted,
Past Ripe
Fertile is love – an ancient fruit tree soft and up-giving were life root almost too wet – moony world Secret: I wither, am stone
Proposal Response
Aging I am/ but not without wisdom, and disabled / and in more ways, not – unreliability / the state of my body trending / creativity
Age’s Rant
What if days were berries growing bright, whose sumptuous juices blossomed only in Summer? How sad it would be – such limitations, disrespectful of the
End of Day
Sun blazes before it falls, slashes the day’s sky – blue guarding against blaze. Golden grasses absorb the fire, brazen in their clay-baked fields. Branches
