Silent, Age
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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Past Prime
Celebrity bores I crave sapid exchange – bird song, sweet and tender I am past prime – gigs dried up but nature provides plenty. (Image mine)
Read MoreShadow Dancing
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)
Read MoreGrownup?
Armed with plans and guidelines, we ready for life’s climb, unaware that childhood, untamed and intact, takes the lead.
Read MoreArmed
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.)
Read MoreLost Childhood
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)
Read MoreOld Codgers
Idleness fills his hours as if time knows no limits I devour moments, afraid tomorrow will forget me we see-saw between treacherous righteousness and fusty avoidance ignoring balance – a sensible response. (Inspired by the perils of an aging marriage, and submitted for Ragtag Community’s prompt: fusty.) Image from personal collection.
Read MoreEven Trees Fall
Majesty is a tree quiet strength and vulnerability no more sheltered from acts of nature than I – none impenetrable, although youth believes it – days when strength equates with rigidity, resistant arrogance A right fighter, was I, iron will, in control – never measuring up such foolish nonsense – destructive, no doubt, took illness […]
Read MoreNo Expiry Date
Such a gift is youth – silvers stars and bows, jingle-jangle wishes… Seldom opened – shame and insecurity casting doubt, despair Shall we try again, age and wisdom steeped in appreciation. (Written for Willow Poetry’s What Do You See Challenge, the prompt being the featured image.)
Read MoreAged
Even in the waning times – memories of youth fading – there are traces of a personality, hints of the contours of a life well-sculpted, having weathered all that the years dared challenge.
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