Became ugly with time..

Jazz and poetry. Always bitter-sweet.

Became ugly with time..

I watch the rain outside the Jazz club window. I am singing with the Jazz man.

"The sky is crying."

I have become ugly. Time slowly took my smile, time slowly too my laughter and

time had stole my hope.

Once I needed dancehalls, once I needed loud music and once I need conversation.

Now I accept quiet.

Once I wanted to be Hemingway in my youth. Sadly I found Kosinski sorrow and insanity.

And now I need Salinger quiet and loneliness.

I wonder. Are we doomed to need less?

Brake our heart when we learn. Our voices, our words.

Are meaningless.

I go to Lake St. Clair alone. I read alone, I write alone.

I read my beloved books by the quiet of the Clinton River.

I asked St. Clare de Pobre. When did I become so ugly.

She didn't answer me.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[nadia dmitri]

That apathetic existentialism is such a potent pain in so many of our lives, especially as we grow older. You reflect it beautifully here. Wonderful job :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Nadia for reading and the comment. You are right. Can't stop time.

[FlaLover]

So true! I am becoming my grandmother...I catch myself saying "in my younger days...".
Time can be cruel in some ways.
Sometimes though the "quiet" is peaceful!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the quiet now. Old age make us think too much. We must make today. Our best day. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[FlaLover]

You're very welcome