and revealing myself one poem at a time
This is, and you are, so brilliant! I don't follow you as close as I should, but every time I stop by here, I am wowed. Love you, sweet pea.
So true for we aged. Let the young take heed, theirs is but "an hourglass of dust".Good one!
Been looking in my window??? That last line is superb.
You nailed in a dozen lines what I couldn't quite grasp in 144. What is aging if not a yard filling with another and another spent "fiery engine." Loved it.
Loving those last three lines. Great write.
...but strength inside, the soul wisdom, the hourglass can be flipped, dust wiped off ;)xx
the dust will wither away soon
A minimalist's look at age--and who really wants to look maximally? It's far to frightening to life the Reaper's robes and see those shriveled shanks. I relate to this--on every level. Just excellent.
too. not to, lift not life. ..sigh.. My eyes do a lousy job of proofing these days.
ah the process! have a good Mondaymuch love...
And I was having a good day up until now...ha ha!
Ah yes, you've gone and removed my rosy glasses. Hee hee. (no worries, all it takes is a look in the mirror). I, too, noted your closing line. Really great writing!
that last line perfectly sums your pen ~
Yes, such is life...I too think you have been looking in my window :)
seeing I am of the age where this battle between my will and my body is waging... (I am if nothing a stubborn old cuss) this poem hit the mark... I know of what you write... :)
Witty, erudite metaphor. Splendid.
Just amazing how much indignity, pressures and stresses the body had to put up with just to please . Sadly one never realize the extent and seriousness it had gone through just to survive! Nicely Karen!Hank
I've been away for a while because of crazy work stuff, but you are still as fabulous as always.
The commonality of the truth here is simultaneously comforting and disturbing!