at 90 something the old man's discourse drooling syllables, words hardly come to him anymore the writing of them, the reading plagued with insensitive timing age wins another battle, the fierceness in his eyes much alive, at 90 something he peers through his weary walls but on the other side sees nothing
in his capsule he floats away in his mind his own moon enraptures him and then earth meets his amazement with a hard landing
someone hands him a napkin and he wipes his present off his chin
wishing his past could still hold a pen to his life.
Wow, have to take a breath after reading this poem j....your important title and message deftly drive your stark words, metaphors and frightening images(“drooling syllables”) home. Yes, the words may start to escape our weary pens, escape our weary mortality- “Age wins another battle” as you so
poignantly describe here. But to know we have planted seeds of inspiration, as you, the Master-Poet and teacher, have most selflessly done, gives us a kind of immortality. Do you think there is a WC in the beyond? If there is, I will be honored to meet you there my friend. By the way, I’ll be the one with the Mouseketeer ears on.:)
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
i will look for the ears...:)
in that WC in the sky...and be proud to meet you, Annette. read morei will look for the ears...:)
in that WC in the sky...and be proud to meet you, Annette.
thank you for your kind words on the poem.
j.
Although time and age conquer us, our memory and legacy live on. Our spirit lives on in the future in a new body. I do hope we can write poetry in the afterlife too. This was extremely sad and beautiful.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
wouldn't that be great? if we could write in the afterlife and still share our words? yes, thank y.. read morewouldn't that be great? if we could write in the afterlife and still share our words? yes, thank you Sami.
Heart-wrenching sadness in this one, Jacob. Will we lose our words when we are older....if we are lucky enough to get to that age? Unfortunately, age always wins the battle...we are powerless against that enemy. Lydi**
Incredible poignant - I think I may quit while I'm ahead! However, although the writer's body may be fading ... blessed be the endangered poet for their work will live on and on ... :-)
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
you are in your prime, Phill...your poetry is wonderful...
j.
What beautiful words Jacob! Senescence can be cruel. Reflections on the time gone by can make it more angst ridden. Great pathos and reflexivity in your lines.
this brings immediate thoughts of my grandparents - my grandfather rubbing my cold hand between his two to make them warm, everytime I slid a lemon I think of my nan - she made the best lemonade.
age wins another battle - well yes - a striking line
I enjoyed the vividness of this one Jacob - I can see this old man with fierce grey eyes telling the world yes he wants to go on - if only ... I see him wiping his chin silently cursing his own fragility.
The past will always write a story no matter where or what- they are engraved in our soul- sad when the mind goes but as long as he / she lived and loved u guess that’s all we can do but the words will forever live on in the hearts of many- wonderfully written🌹
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..