Open Poetry #35 |
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Forty-Seven |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion ![]() |
Forty-seven tastes foreign on my tongue; it seems a long time to have lived. If I’d been born in an earlier time, I'd be ancient by now, or that pneumonia I had five years ago would have taken me by forty-two. Was I meant to have left then? Is that why being here feels so temporary and does it explain why I’m so tired some of the time? |
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Nightshade![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Wait till you get to my age .... I'm so tired at times .... I'm too tired to wonder why. Huh? Oh, enjoyed the write. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Enjoyed this my friend and the way you brought a little "history" of Forty-Seven into it. Wrote this awhile back and never went anywhere with it. Now understand that it was waiting to be used in response to your "Forty-Seven". "Is that me in the mirror? Is that face of grey, worn with age, with all the years deep in the eyes, truly me? It must, but cannot be; it’s not what I see, but it is, I know it is, yet I cannot believe that I have bypassed youth, middle-age, and now am truly on in years." Enjoyed you way with words, as always... jwesley |
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DonFurr Member
since 2001-01-01
Posts 172Monticello IN |
I almost felt the same one short year ago, but I find now that 47 is still within the bloom of youth and look forward to the surity and growth that can come with maturity. Bind me sole and Soul to the One |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It's called... motherhood! You'll catch your second breath soon... like this poem did. I'm glad it popped back up! |
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