Tag: Aging

The Beauty of Aging

young caterpillarearthbound, feeding youth’s hungercreates a cocoonshaping wings, gaining wisdomold butterfly soul soaring Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation:http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2018/11/carpe-diem-weekend-meditation-61-new.html Carpe Diem Dives Into The Classical Literature and asks “is it possible to create haiku, tanka or other form of Japanese poetry from it?” For this first…

The Fine Art of Aging

Some days these fingers ache when holding my writing lead or perhaps it’s my soul keening, wallowing in woe, How much more must a heart spill with words in black repose Does not your fingers bleed when grasping too tight the memory of the…

Where This River Takes Me

Where this river takes me is the place I will linger among the weeping willows and the kudzu vines whiling away precious hours, savoring fleeting time

Love Eternally: Ageless

time marches onward

Spectrum

I took a nap and wept for no reason” ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason And when I weep are my tears   the color of the turquoise sky   reflecting in my eyes   or are they the white feathered   clouds…

Crushed

“Just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness.” from Birds Again ~ Jim Harrison The stars once bright in eyes now faded and gray   viewing the world through tangled trees   a purple haze of permanent contusions,   amid barren thoughts of rotting leaves…

Thoughts From An Opal Child

As I grow older, time is racing by, as if I am on a high-speed train barreling towards the end of my life. One minute, I am turning a page in the calendar and greeting a new month, and the next a new year…

The Light of Youth

When she looks in the mirror, she sees the girl like a bright beacon of light from within with rosy cheeks, and bouncing red curls and a body that was willow switch thin.

The Violet Horse

To be a creative child once more dreaming of Rose the bright violet horse to skip and play, counting only to four hopscotching your way through life’s course.

Bloom

Fresh bloom is off this soul   whose colors have begun to fade

Body of Soul

  Oh Lord, my soul does weep for sweet relief from yesterday’s bitter sorrow for I know that on the wind more will come with dawn’s cold tomorrow.

DARLING, Love Me Forever

DARLING, love me forever and I will do the same fill our nights with passion burning the eternal flames.

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