Creatures of Habit
Creatures of Habit The doggy’s hipsAre hurting himHe gets up slowlyTail waggingAnticipating a walkNot today sweetie pieI kiss him on … Continue reading Creatures of Habit
Tag: aging
Swan Song
My shoulder hurts when I vacuum So, I bought a lighter machine But then, my eyesight has softened So, the … Continue reading Swan Song
Winnowing
As I ageAnd life has winnowed outThat which doesn’t fitLike Hallmark holidaysWith manufactured gleeAnd products for self-improvementWith the subliminal messageOf … Continue reading Winnowing
Cronehood
Who is a Crone?She is Nature personifiedRoots reaching to HellLimbs reaching to HeavenShe has brought life into being–birthShe has ushered … Continue reading Cronehood
Aged
AgedI have not aged Like fine wine–protected in an oak barrelOr a cultured cheese–aged in a cool damp caveI have … Continue reading Aged
Seasons
SEASONS OF MY LIFE–Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter….CHILDHOODNakedLaughterWildnessAdventuresFearlessFriendshipsConditioningMOTHERHOODSelfless loveFerocious loveResponsibilityFamily-lifeWork-lifeMorality, ethicsCompassionSEEKERHOODLonerBroken heartBroken mindDescendingAscendingTranscendingDisrobingCRONEHOODNakedBoundlessReverence for lifeReceptiveHarmonyWisdomPeacebjbeyers Continue reading Seasons
Decaying Meat Suit
Well here we are In these decaying meat suitsDiscussing just how Uncomfortable they areCancer, arthritis, migraines,And everything else imaginable And … Continue reading Decaying Meat Suit
Winding Down
I am slower nowAnd tire more easilyAnd vacuums seem heavierAnd jar lids are tighterI avoid bending overTo keep my back … Continue reading Winding Down
Gone to Seed
I am no longer able To tend my gardenAnd the friendshipsThat took cultivationHave shriveled and diedAll that are leftAre the … Continue reading Gone to Seed
A Softening
There is a softnessA softeningThey don’t talk aboutIt happensDuring the finalMarch of timeWhen the butterfly wingsWe strived so hardTo achieve … Continue reading A Softening
Beyond Shade
Maiden –ah the freshness of life!Breathe it in. Soak it up. Learn.Cherry blossoms. First love. Puppy licks and skipping in … Continue reading Beyond Shade
This Old House
Our bodies, our homeMade of flesh and boneAre finite and will crumbleLike sand from stoneEven with constant upkeepEven a carpenter’s … Continue reading This Old House
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