Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Crickets’ Song
Crickets’ Song
Sun sneaks through the sky’s smoky haze.
Clothes hang drowsily from the line.
I’ve learned another lesson
in an awkward snare of time.
There's agony I had not foreseen
in loneliness of aging.
In deers' dark eyes, I see my tears.
Crickits try, but cannot drown out my
raging.
It feels strange and wrong
no one waits here for me.
nowhere do I seem to belong.
Feeling set apart is a deeply unsettling,
drinking song.
Cut flowers from the garden drink
their last drops of water.
I taste the last of the strawberry lemonade.
From the first pitch of baseball season
to the whiffs of autum's vinegar air,
unimagined events torment my mind.
I've been a part of life's big picture
unfolding,
shared narratives from birth.
I search in vain for familiar patterns
of living.
The wind that has sustained me
and shook my soul with meaning
blows in a different direction now.
I'm not built to be broken
yet another time.
Too much is expected at this late date.
I've started over again and again.
The remaining chapters of my book
suspended before me,
pages of unfinished stories,
blank canvases devoid of my joy,
unwritten poems for lack of a muse.
Alas, no one wants to hear it.
I’m sorry for myself -
for releasing unresolved pain,
there is no coronation
at the end of the parade.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
..small curses
Yesterday, I rounded the hill with ease;
how is it I move so slowly today, again.
after heeding the mountain's keen advice,
why the turn about so quick this time,
for I turned myself inside and out
to get out of the house
I asked the sagacious sky if it's
more frequent because of age,
body's steam runs hot and then suddenly cold
Energy realized one day is again sapped,
like climbing backwardly
It can be difficult to stay on an even keel,
of ebbing and waning the moon must know
I asked the all knowing falling rain why
I'm turned around, lost, going down,
more these days than not.
Today I'm less able to run the race,
circumvent the fact that I'm in the throws
of another fibromyalgia attack,
only I'll be fine and I'll be back,
as the hill diminishes -
worse things have given me flack
...so onward as she finishes
-
but what about the inside and out of things
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