road -- taken its toll
and been kind
on my face light
has shone --
dark places seen
where no light shines
shriven wound's woe
joy and love received --
alike
driving into sunset
affords time to question
was something missed?
fanciful thought -- that
manifold pernicious
chattels --
wished different
road changes -- but little
while
fear reigns --
in little pockets
love waits
lives on
time passes
into sunset.
Comments
Rosina,
Rosina,
Glad you got to take a trip . . .
Thanks,
Victor
what a beautiful analogy victor
i have fast become a fan of yours
'driving into the sunset' - you make growing old sound so graceful
again - nothing to crit
love judy
xxxx
Well, Judy --
Well, Judy --
One thing I can say is growing ain't for wimps. I have aches and pains in places I didn't even know I had places. That's not quite correct because I know the anatomy as if I were an orthopedist, but I have always wanted to use that line. Thanks for the opportunity! I think living should be a graceful act, but I don't see a lot of people, by their acts, who would agree with that conclusion.
Anyway, glad you liked it.
Ciao,
Victor
Shirley,
Shirley,
Thanks so much! Glad you enjoyed the read.
Love,
Victor
Victor,
You did that thing again, made time stop in the reading of it by taking simple words and making with them lines of poetry that mean far more than the mere sum of their parts.
As someone else here on the site said elsewhere not too long ago:-
I wish I could nominate.
Jim,
Jim,
"You did that thing again, made time stop in the reading of it by taking simple words and making with them lines of poetry that mean far more than the mere sum of their parts."
I kind of thought that was one of the beauties of writing, although I don't know what part of this piece you refer to.
Thank you, very much.
Ciao,
Victor
Thank you, Jayne, thank you
Thank you, Jayne, thank you very much.
Love,
Victor