Growing older is filled with much loss. Loss of friends, family, ability to do things that once were possible. It is difficult and definitely trying at times.
There are blessings as we grow older too. We have experienced things, we grow in wisdom and depending sometimes new adventure come about.
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
Thank you PB. I appreciate your thoughts on The Colour of Void. Growing older can bring losses, but.. read moreThank you PB. I appreciate your thoughts on The Colour of Void. Growing older can bring losses, but there are gains to be had too. Have a great Tuesday.
You have a great day too Chris. I love your poetry because it has a story to tell and it is real in .. read moreYou have a great day too Chris. I love your poetry because it has a story to tell and it is real in emotion.
Another painfully poignant, relatable write. The second stanza is for me the most powerful. Loss of loved ones, of the vitality and endless possibilities of youth do indeed tale away the base notes from our song, and in time the high and middle notes also become muted until we may perhaps only hear a single string instrument in what was once an orchestra. So much can be said in very few lines in skilled hands like yours.
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
Many thanks Victor. I appreciate your thoughtful review. Have a great Tuesday.
Chris.. read moreMany thanks Victor. I appreciate your thoughtful review. Have a great Tuesday.
Isn’t incredible how our minds remain youthful but the vessel that carries us is failing. Unless one is unlucky with dementia. Nice rhymes Chris, worked well. If only time would slow down so we can enjoy our lives more fully. No respect I tell you!😉
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Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
Thanks Andrew. Yes, life travels at speed:) It needs to slow down. Have a good day.
.. read moreThanks Andrew. Yes, life travels at speed:) It needs to slow down. Have a good day.
Chris,
Oh, man! The strength of my delusion that I remain the same is so powerful, that right there, smack in the face of my seventy-four years staring back at me from my mirror, I am still eighteen and in search of trouble. I found it more than once, let me tell you!
Now I'll just turn and walk away, kicking all these leaves out of my path as I go...
Vol
You know, I wish I was delusional. I have long given up looking in mirrors to find that the hippie c.. read moreYou know, I wish I was delusional. I have long given up looking in mirrors to find that the hippie chick is no longer there. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy life. I do, but with age come losses, and they are mounting up and they are heavy. I think I can hear you singing Frank. I did it my way :) Many thanks Vol for stopping by.
Chris
11 Months Ago
Chris...
Yu know! It is easy to be afraid when the losses are so great! All the most importa.. read moreChris...
Yu know! It is easy to be afraid when the losses are so great! All the most important people in my life are dead, now, and I weep when some small reminder slaps my face, but today is still here to be dealt with... May I recommend a movie that has a scientific explanation for how we feed our feelings? It is called "What the Bleep do WE know?" An amazing movie, old as it is, but cool .
11 Months Ago
Thank you Vol. Will try to find it. Have a good Christmas.
It's funny isn't it we lose the base bass notes and probably a few of the highs too..
Stuck with a 24 hrs guitar 🎸 solo in the mids. I like the oriental attitude at 60 the Chinese horoscope has gone full cycle. A new life new interests. Not a loss just learning a new song
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
Thank you for reading this poem and sharing your thoughts. I appreciate you.
Yet to many, I have no doubt whatsoever, you shall always be golden .. beautiful & so very well poemed .. Neville
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
Your response is lovely Neville and I thank you kindly for it. Pleased you found beauty in these wor.. read moreYour response is lovely Neville and I thank you kindly for it. Pleased you found beauty in these words.
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..