No Longer Innocent And Young

No Longer Innocent And Young

A Poem by Pete
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“All great and precious things are lonely.” ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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a choir of angels in feathered robes
the birds wake me
like they do every morning
as i ready to roll uphill my boulder that started out as a mere rock
at least i don't need an alarm clock


time having long since become lame
i know each blade of grass by name
even though they're all the same
i also know nakedness' shame
as i wonder if adam and eve are really the ones to blame


off in the near distance the river gurgles past with white noise
the humid breath of god sighing
a tributary of truth wearily flowing with tears
like its done since the beginning of time
trees dot the landscape
some standing tall and proud
others bending down, needing and bleeding
unconsciously reseeding

loneliness has its sleeves rolled up
flaunting its tattoos 
the sun finds its way through the clouds
kissing me
because no one else will
licking me with its arid tongue
reminding me that i'm

no longer innocent and young



© 2023 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"If he had been a young man, he would probably have thrown away his apples and put on his shoes when he saw me coming, for shame. But old age is manlier; it has learned to live, makes fewer apologies, like infancy." - Thoreau

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Well, a lot of us are no longer innocent and young. And maybe we're bending down, needing and bleeding, unconsciously reseeding ( or maybe receding). However, if we've played our cards right, we're no longer caught in the morning rush hour, but kicked back with that second cup of coffee, wondering what another leisurely day will bring us. It could be worse.

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Pete

1 Year Ago

thanks for the share j. misery does seem to love company. the things that we find to fill in the e.. read more



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Well, a lot of us are no longer innocent and young. And maybe we're bending down, needing and bleeding, unconsciously reseeding ( or maybe receding). However, if we've played our cards right, we're no longer caught in the morning rush hour, but kicked back with that second cup of coffee, wondering what another leisurely day will bring us. It could be worse.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

1 Year Ago

thanks for the share j. misery does seem to love company. the things that we find to fill in the e.. read more

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