Downhill, Freak, Sliver
I sleep later
now that I am
on the downhill
side of life.
Most mornings
I miss the sun
coloring with her
orange crayon.
I awake to watery
yellow and sigh,
but I don't freak
anymore about my age.
I'm letting retirement
carry me along
like a leaf
floating by
in our canal,
buoyant
in the swelling
tides.
I close my eyes,
feel the sun,
and enjoy this last
sliver of time.
18 comments:
Great use of the words... lovely poem...I especially like stanzas 4 and 5.
For some retirement requies adjustments. It sounds like you have accepted them gracefully. Lovely poem.
Loved the use of words-painted a really bright picture
mine was on similar lines, but less cheery :(
great use of the prompts and very poignant
Beautiful gentle resignation. I enjoyed this.
You are lucky to be so relaxed I am kicking and screaming as I go! The poem however was beautiful.
Lovely use of the words and great outlook on retirement.
A beautiful use of the words! My mother will love this.
Take it slowly. Enjoy it. Thank you.
Sweet... a lady aging gracefully and peacefully.
Down hill into a beautiful valley of green and treasures..I hope..I love the crayon sun..I imagine how you gave them to your students..beautiful write..Jae
It's a great way to live, isn't it. This was a lovely read from start to end. Beautiful paint of words.
really like what you did with the 3 words....nicely done Linda
This is a very good poem! thank you for it...
http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-only.html
Very nice. Makes me long for retirement ... but not yet.
Ah, I wish I could wake on my own. Retirement is a few more years away. Nice use of the prompts. Love the imagery.
yes, i love this moving on with little worries.... and the sun and time tells the story....
Vivid a vision you paint with words to strike a chord deep within...
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