A Growing Old Poem (as it grows)

asitgoes

 

[# agrowingoldpoem Session 1 150525]

 

A growing old poem
that’ll grow as I olden
& end when I can’t

In less than two weeks
I’ll be 79, not
fit any more for much

except monitor
mouse & keyboard, making my
bed, meals, & show’ring

 

What is a breath? An
inhale? An exhale? The gap
between life & death

 

She is here
I am there
She’s outside, calling to the magpie family she fosters
I’m inside, in a far country on my newsfeed
& thanks to her calls I now hear the birds chirping
& see sunlight on leaves & air
& now she’s there
with her art in her studio
& I am here

 

Hot tea, I do love
hot tea. & a vape of dope
for a new session?

Session – from Latin
sedere, to sit. I’m sitting.
Still here. No newsfeed,

the music of hai-
ku still in my head, a beat
to the wind outdoors

long pauses with naught
particular in mind, &
nothing needs to come
 
OK, that’s enough.
There are causes I embrace
as I can, online
 
&/but before that
let’s publish these first bursts of
this growing old pome

 

#agrowingoldpoem Session 2 – 1505251515_1647

skywave surfing

 

A growin gold
poem? There’s sure something gold-
en in growing old.

Pains, itches, the growing
list of things you can’t do
again &/or ever,

the wrinkles, bruises,
sores, bloatings, thinnings, & other
unmentionables,

the parts of you that
don’t function as they used to –
they’re all part of it,

of your new freedom
from responsibilities
of the midst of things,

& you’re no longer
seeking or exploring rings
of heaven or hell,

free, many waking
moments, to be doing
what you want to do.

Well, I think that’s one
way of putting it, in an
eight haikus cycle.

 

#agrowingoldpoem Session 3 1505261550_1712

then this…

o we’ll get over this –
or not

there’s nothing more to be done

so why even think about it

 

& then there’s this:

sonnet732
& still, after sunset fadeth,
the sweet birds sing

 

 

#agrowingoldpoem Session 4 150529

a new poememe
(it’s a new haiku haiga)
from a new afternoon

while growing old
the opposite of new
& also of young?

spider meme

 

 

#agrowingoldpoem Session 5 150529

Another, growing
out of the one before it.
One way of growing.

thecameralost

 

 

 

#agrowingoldpoem Session 6 150529

Playing. I need to make
time for playing, & making.
For not feeling bad.

winning

 

 

 

#agrowingoldpoem Session 7 150530

A moment that was
brightened, heightened, by sunlight.
A space for a pause.

autumning meme

 

 

#agrowingoldpoem Session 5 150531

Found this ad on a web page.
Couldn’t resist doing a screencapture & a crop.
I hope that the right face is all Photoshop,
& that grandma still has her beauty of age.

grandma70

 

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