Debilitating depression
over disappearing dexterity –
erstwhile talent down the drain.
Those tasks I used to do with ease
like thread a needle, pin a seam:
disaster, all gone sour on me.
Diminishing dexterity
makes discords in the music:
piano given away.
Clarinet clearly past its best,
ex tuneful voice can’t hold a note,
distressing listener and singer.
Driving now denied me
typing ineptitude replaced skill
love of reading thwarted by fuzzy type
Old, I am,
hoary, hairy and past it.
Time to go.
https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2015/08/10/ac-centuate/ Miz Quickly wants us to turn inward and dwell on negativity. With apologies for the surfeit of alliteration.
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No, no, I can’t allow it, not while you’re still giving us such pleasure, encouragement, friendship and enjoyment. I feel with you; my voice is gone too, I can no longer kneel to weed my garden, open bottles or jars, walk far or stand for long. I can still use my keyboard and my needle – and my mind, although my memory is full of moth holes…
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ditto, ditto, ditto! Old age is not for wimps.
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But I would not hand in my years in exchange for a youthful face and agile body… I like who I am now, even if the façade is crumbling a little.
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Me neither. But I don’t like the pain and lack of physical energy, nor the loss of skills.
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Yes, that last one is the killer. Our skills are so fundamental to who we are and how we see ourselves.
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Oh, now you have me also feeling depressed, Viv. There has to be a bright side. Have some chocolate. 😃*hugs*
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Yes please!
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I have two bars of Lindt 70% smooth dark in my pantry. Wish you could come on over. We could polish it off together. 😀
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Just how I like it – dark and smooth – and sinful!
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Hang on for a little bit? I know there’s a downside but there’s joy too. Sending hugs 🙂
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I hate this prompt; HATE it .
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I didn’t – because the poem was already written, without knowing what to do with it.
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Oh, dear, yes, we do all have days like that… a bit of a tricky prompt that one, but sometimes it does one good to let it all hang out!
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oh I do not like this prompt at all.
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You’ve brought that inner-dialogue so powerfully, Viv. I echo, Misky’s sentiment. ♥
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Oh my, this is a sad one…. – but I can understand you so well. Where or what is the sense when most things won’t succeed anymore? Hope your mind is brightening soon. There will be better days. Trust.
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Sometimes we just need to whine a bit. Or should I say “wine” a bit 😉
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Aw gee, Viv. Not time to go, look at what you’ve written here, with more to come, I’m sure.
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Love the poem; not a fan of the prompt. I don’t like focusing on the negative, but I suppose sometimes it’s necessary. Peace, Linda
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Though these things can be true, it is too too dismal, for there is sunshine and not merely just darkness.
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Well done on the negative focus. I have thought that way a few times myself. I give myself 10 minutes on the pity pot then I must get off to brighter places. That old phrase, “it’s a bitch getting old” barely states it as well as you have just done. Hope the rest of your day is brighter. 🙂
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Thank you, so do I!
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Go? That will be a very sad day for me.
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