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lovedly
Nov 15, 2017

Age wth Grace

Well we all have to age
some day
one day
but age we must gracefully
not many come to hold our hands
maybe contagious
may be you will seek
so stay afar
don't ever expect
you will have no disappointment said Buddha ere

but now a day’s who listens
one listener is rare
so I read you
I don't stare

I see myself like you without hair
eyes dark stark and bare
and look into the far depths of maddening darkness
but with no despair

I compose my thoughts like you do
We must age as you do...

So read my poem
MOM’S SMILES
She smiles still into my eyes
half a century gone by she smiles in anticipation
we may meet in the far corners of the universe
where we may retreat

alas we will never
but Hope lives on still
more in me than in her Will

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

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Comments

Eumolpus

I like everything about it, it explains my life right now. (As far as mother is concerned, see my poem Ida at 96) The poem is gracefully stated. It is very focused. I also like the last line, the use of the Will, part of the passing of all the material on to the next generation.

Any editing? Reading a few times now the only time I stumble is with the words "ere" and "alas", which is for me to literary and archaic in a poem which is otherwise conversational and modern in tone, (or as one poet put it; The STANCE of the poem).

This is a very lovely work. I think you should be proud of it.

Sparrow

As you think and write anew
many good comments will come to you
Lovely they say and well penned
let not this new trend end.
Have you read any of mine lately they are becoming rare..
Yours Ian, alone out there.
PS:- not sure if four words you have used should be two...may be and now a day’s, just maybe, nowadays has become a carnival of Spirits Joy, in reading again..

lovedly

I have been on high tide
these last ten days
no respite ABIDE
shall read

I read ur blog just yesterday
NO?

any more shall soonly