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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Candid and wonderfully described, I can feel the ageing process here, the fragile bones, the aches and pains. Well recorded.
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But we are privileged we have a pen (or keyboard) to use and can write of the follies of life.
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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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Can be true? It IS true. But we grin and bear it.
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Nice work, Viv!
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Well written! I love the internal rhythms in this.
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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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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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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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Didding didn’t figure much in my history!
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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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Look after your bones, Pamela and they will look after you. I didn’t!
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Oh Viv. I follow closely behind you with a hitch in my giddup. This piece hits home.
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Oh for a bit of hindsight!
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Now you’re scaring me… 🙂
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Sorry, Tilly.
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Time certainly does creep up on us…makes us feel smaller a little too perhaps..
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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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Thank you Donetta.
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We all stare gloomily across that bridge!
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This gave me a huge empathetic smile, Viv. Nicely written.
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