This poem came up in my Facebook memories today. I’d completely forgotten about it, but I think it has merit. As I recall I’d written a part of the poem, but felt like it was half-baked. Days went by and I had an epiphany that allowed me to continue the thoughts that first compelled me to write this. Now I’m not certain if this is two poems or one poem in two parts. I just know I like it. Maybe you will, too.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2015/11/12/broken-people
I wrote this piece a while back. Since then, I’ve lost my marble(s) and forgot all about this exercise. Is it possible for this 65-year-old woman to regain her marbles? It’s worth a try for the sake of my toes.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2016/10/13/thoughts-while-picking-up-a-marble-with-my-toes/
Peace, people!
It snuck up on me
This advanced age—sixty-five
Like a stealthy thief
Bestowing wrinkles
Absconding with memories
Dimming my eyesight
And yet it feels right
Comfortable as old shoes
Or warm cardigans
Peace, people.
Quick burst of flavor
Ripe red cherry tomatoes
No two quite alike
This one like sugar
Unlike the fat squishy one
That falls a bit flat
One thing for certain
They taste nothing like cherries
I fell for that once
I have been so in love
With the crunch of autumn’s leaves
That I failed to breathe
Carpets of orange,
Crisp Crimson, and mellow gold,
Sun-dappled delight
On Fall’s mellow eve,
One season wanes, depleted
While nature comforts
Come boggle my mind
Let’s erupt in giggle fits
And bounce off the walls
Tell me a new joke
Or one I’d long forgotten
One that makes me snort
Blow my socks right off
We’ll laugh through raucous hiccups
Sigh, then start again
Peace and laughter, people!
I held a candle
Blew across the white hot flame
Hoping for a boon
This flickering light
Mesmerizing; I forgot
The wish, unspoken
Rebirth and faux death
Exhale, then prime the taper
The circle of light
I’ve built a fine raft
For the river of my life
Yet I’ve no paddle
Peace, people!
A willowy teen
Grown sturdy in my sixties
An oak in training
Peace, people!
My house is a mess
Cat’s toys scattered everywhere
Writer’s paradise
True story.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 