Lavender
Lavender
Dec 12, 2023
This poem is part of the challenge:

12/23 Getting Older

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On Growing Old

I sit alone
in the dark
thinking about the journey of the sun,
its coming and going -

leaving me,
then finding me hours later
donning my same skin.

I rise to turn on a lamp,
then stop, content to linger in these
last delicate moments of this day,

eager to know the friendship of tomorrow,
and indebted to the loyalty of every yesterday.

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

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser

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Comments

Unca Fez

These times of reflection come more often as we age. The pressures of life seem to have less importance, allowing us to indulge in these simple pleasures. Well, done.

RoseBlack

Reflecting quite a bit. Sometimes it takes the simple things to really make us think..another beautiful write. Well done.

Lavender

Yes! I find the routine of the sun to be simplistic, but also kind of extraordinary, in a way. The measure of a lifetime, and growing old.
Thank you for reading!
L

Ruby Lord

I think this is excellent, I read a peaceful scene and a melody that slowly moved me from dusk to night. In particular, I enjoyed the pace and the serenity your poem gave to me. Ruby :) xx

Lavender

As we age (or at least, as I age) our minds tend to wonder about the simpler things in life, and appreciate those things. Getting older is rough, but there is also beauty in it.
Thank you for your kindness and encouragement!
L

Candlewitch

This is a real beauty of a poem. I like everything about it, including the title. it is uncomplicated...

*Hugs & Wishes, Cat

C

The last 2 lines sum up our thoughts as we age. Greta poem!

eager to know the friendship of tomorrow,
and indebted to the loyalty of every yesterday.