Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Jettison
Middle age is a heap of abandoned ideals.
Speedway
The world is changing so fast I’ve got societal vertigo.
Fall, fall!
Fall, temperatures, fall, fall! Let the weather mellow and the year drift into peacefulness.
Prickly & proverbial
Experience is the thorn-lined road to success.
Olvidando
i am growing old —
many leaves of my memory
have yellow’d and fallen —
so that i am beginning to have
many secrets from myself —
Desert weeds after heavy rains
Some weeds are nourishing, and some medicinal;
Some are beautiful, colorful, and downright flowery;
And yet others, even those that pop up one fine morning
as the tiniest innocent young sprouts of green —
are relentless, run riot, and are one hundred and ten percent determined as @#!% to @#!% up your @#!% yard if it @#!% kills the @#!% both of you!
Green grace
as earth sways us from winter to spring
nature begins her grace of glorious green
Are you – Nowhere – too?
In grief, one is so lost. Grieving is pacing back and forth between past and present — and a feeling of no longer belonging to either place. A feeling of no longer belonging anywhere — because the heart is the map, and with the map suddenly rewritten, one is so lost.
Leavings
silently but for the rustle of wings
swooping death flies off with its prey —
a feather drifts down from the empty sky
for left-behind hearts to remember by
Falling
Fear is imagination falling off a cliff.
Emptiness
when we lose someone we love
it’s not that our hearts are empty —
they are so full with that someone
suddenly everything else feels empty