June 8, 2012

Passages





 


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Passing through the younger years, I never
thought or even cared about fast speeding times,
those brief glimpses of space seen through a scrim
of passion that colored everything behind it.

My middle years offered no easy trail,
divorce and madness painted different
values, clogging up the move of time and
days not seen to shift at lightning pace

Distance now, the slowing of the passing
time finds me not always willing to accept,  
not always gaining those dreams or goals
I’ve held dear as I dance around the fogs,

sprays, braces and pills remembering those
long gifts of passion and years well lived.
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OB Diarist Arbi stirred me up this week, and though I do not usually post my poems here, I thought I’d stick this up for her.  you too.   I may have to take it down later….depending if it get’s entered in a contest or not.  No one likes previously published work.

6 comments:

  1. Thoughtful and evocative of my own passing. Well done. Dianne

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  2. I like it....expecially with the photo accompaniments.

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  3. I feel the angst in this...so I guess that mean it is good.

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  4. I like it. I think it reflects how a lot of us in our later years feel. I know I'd never want to go back.

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  5. Your face says 'happy in my skin.'
    Given our limitaions can we ask for more?

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