It’s Something Called AGE
Do I hear a knock, knock? My reverie is rudely interrupted as I plumb the depths to another world. Something suspicious is creeping in with jarring aches and numbing pain repeated reminders of life losing its rosy hues to listless, grey fatigue. The silent struggle pelted by fading sound dims fury’s fire bottled in a sagging body. Forget those senior moments staying “39” forever now wrapped in wrinkles listening to crackling bones climbing the stairs to nowhere. Sensitive to sunlight’s glare memory fastens to a melody munching mechanically on tasteless fiber while walking off those extra pounds clinging like seaweed to cushioned fat. The air laced with fumbling complaints meets thinning top hair sprouting elsewhere in speeding abandon. That afternoon nap freshens minds caught in tech mishaps visiting streams of doctors pushing pills aplenty with no end in sight. “In my day…” sounds hollow as reality casually slips into that sly sleeve called AGE.
Caroline Maloney
Posted at 01:14h, 17 AugustWOW! So many things in your gorgeous, brilliant poem! “Life losing its rosy hues….grey fatigue….bottled in a sagging body”! Thank you so much for so clearly naming what seems like “stairs to nowhere””. Your poem is truly a gem and a keeper!
PHILIP CHIRCOP
Posted at 10:04h, 17 AugustWorth pondering and even contemplating … not once but twice, thrice and more …. until we realize!
mario coutinho
Posted at 12:09h, 17 AugustViola, you have brought the inevitable, namely aging, and its accompanying debilitating effects to our awareness in beautiful poetic form. This poem makes one see the unavoidable for all of us. This instills a sense of humor and in so doing, makes life very bearable. I suggest to all to keep this poem and whenever, one feels trapped, with the effects of aging, read this poem again and take comfort from it.
Thank you Viola for an excellent work of literary comfort.
Mario
Sylvia Lee
Posted at 12:39h, 17 AugustThank you for sharing your poem, Viola.
We are all aging from Day One …
May God bless us all on our journey !
Dileep Athaide
Posted at 13:15h, 17 AugustLooking forward to sharing some of these experiences some day – thanks Viola for the “warning”!
Peter Bisson
Posted at 14:43h, 17 AugustThank you Viola!
Tonis Kilp
Posted at 17:49h, 17 AugustThe best medicine for aging is laughter, keep smiling and thank you for sharing, many blessings, take care and all the best.
rosa scarpino
Posted at 20:44h, 17 AugustThank you Viola. It is so true for me. Thank God for a sagging body, and wrinkles and medicine and all the aches and pains, it keeps me real and always asking God for help. You are a beautiful lady, God loves you, Rosa.
Jacqui Hubbard
Posted at 07:24h, 18 AugustOnce again you have hit the nail on the head and described the process of aging in ways that we can all relate. You are such a gem.
Harriet
Posted at 09:04h, 18 AugustHad a chuckle as you captured our process into aging so well.
Linda R Rego
Posted at 20:38h, 18 AugustAge, Indeed!
Maria Lobo
Posted at 22:55h, 18 AugustViola:
It’s absolutely amazing how you have presented your ‘experiential’ truth about AGE in such a colourful way. Your contemplative poems and articles are always so creative….and give us lots of food for thought!
Keep on sharing this awesome God-given gift of yours!
Christine Domingo
Posted at 09:06h, 19 AugustUgh, Oh No!!! But the reality of it all has go set in as we journey through life. Beautifully expressed – truth coupled with light-heartedness … thank you Viola.