Michael Anthony
Michael Anthony
Feb 23, 2023

Sixty-Something

Assembled over the years,
I was pieced together by many things.
Among them, wounds that pierced me
without blood, but disfigured me for a time.

Scars and abrasions remain,
from loss and from love.
If I’m fortunate though,
another compress will be within reach,
ready to be applied, when needed,
by my experienced hands.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski

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Seren

Seren

2 years 2 months ago

A poem that all can find a little of themselves in, especially as we age, resilience and always going forward is all we can do while carrying the burdens of life.

I really loved this one I see nothing that needs to be changed.

Really well done!

Kind Regards Seren

Lavender

Hi, Michael,
This causes me to pause and take inventory of my life - sometimes it feels very short, and other times if feels as if I've been around a thousand years. So much loss and love as your poem gently reveals. I wonder about the word "hand" being so close to the beautiful image of "experienced hands." Stood out just a bit to me. I am also sixty-something, and I sure appreciate your poem.
L

Michael Anthony

Thank you for your suggestion L! I do have a terrible habit of repeating words in my poems (to my everlasting annoyance with myself - lol!). I have edited it with, perhaps, a better line - hopefully...

FYI - One of the best features of this online community is the collabrative support from others - awesome!

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