I am not a fan Of this growing old The chaos in my cells Little girl inside Old woman outside The aches and pains Of an uncooperative body While my mind still runs through meadows Memories of 60 years like yesterday To a time where aging was as futuristic as star travel “I can’t wait to grow up…” I am running out of time “When I am an adult I will…” There is so much left I want to do When will I be an adult? Whispers, “When I am ashes”
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #275: Chaos
Man made heavens A meretricious imitation To trees covered in birdsong
Don’t get me wrong, I am in awe of the human capability to create beautiful art, but nothing compares to the cosmos which is what inspires our art in the first place. Waking up under a canopy of trees by a birdsong alarm is my idea of heaven (even if my old back is stiff from sleeping on the ground).
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #185: Heavens
From the moment we are born Until the moment we die Our lives are a series Of calculated risks That make life worth living And ventures worth taking When fear of regret is greater Than the reality of danger
in response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #183: Risk
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