Another Fine Mess You’ve Got Me Into

Age, I mean, whose fragile bones make aches and pains,
whose wayward limbs give to my walk a rocking sway
so passing folk are inclined to say “She’s drunk.”
The years have stolen my height away,
twice missed and sinking, four feet ten
instead of five feet two with sharp resentment
instead of that graceful sashay in the dance –
beside the TV, I sit and gloom at my crochet
– the bridge ahead  an unthinkable way
to reach the other side of the water.

for Brenda’s Sunday Whirl, Wordle 157 and NaPo day 21 (yes, I’m way out of synch)

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21 Responses to Another Fine Mess You’ve Got Me Into

  1. Andy Sewina says:

    Candid and wonderfully described, I can feel the ageing process here, the fragile bones, the aches and pains. Well recorded.

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  2. oldegg says:

    But we are privileged we have a pen (or keyboard) to use and can write of the follies of life.

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  3. kaykuala says:

    What old age can trigger off can be a shocking realization. Very unlike the ‘growing old gracefully ‘ sort of thing! Can be true Viv! Good write!

    Hank

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  4. Well written! I love the internal rhythms in this.

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  5. restlessjo says:

    Ageing or otherwise, Viv, you continue to amaze me! The facility with which you roll these off from a bundle of words… I think there’s life in the old dog yet. 🙂

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  6. The aches and pains, yes. I’m still 5’2″ but so much of what you relate is either real to me or just around the bend. The positive thing though, Viv, is that we are still engaged with life. That is a gift of our poetry.

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  7. colonialist says:

    Dem bones are certainly a pest when they no longer do what they did – sometimes due to having done too much didding!

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  8. Pamela says:

    Oh, dear Viv, this made me sad. The truth it holds is our reality. We are not immortal. Nice concise piece of writing.

    Love,
    Pamela

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  9. Oh Viv. I follow closely behind you with a hitch in my giddup. This piece hits home.

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  10. Now you’re scaring me… 🙂

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  11. jae rose says:

    Time certainly does creep up on us…makes us feel smaller a little too perhaps..

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  12. DonettaS says:

    This is beautifully written and a wonderful description of processing aging. I really enjoyed the line about your crochet and the ending lines were powerful.

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  13. We all stare gloomily across that bridge!

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  14. Misky says:

    This gave me a huge empathetic smile, Viv. Nicely written.

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