Eye look at I

Eye look at I

 

Two blues,

gray-rimmed,

and dark

at the center---

I am, too: blues,

and dark

at the center.

 

Growing old

does things

sometimes,

like withers you,

or hardens,

or gives you luck

enough to dance

all summer on

a lawn strewn

with violets.

 

Reviews

[J. Hampton]

Didn't turn out a bit as I thought it might...a definite "feel-good" piece
J ~ sent it....

"I am, too: blues, ~ Fab verse here ...and so it truly can be
and dark
at the center."


"or gives you luck
enough to dance
all summer on
a lawn strewn
with violets." ~ ......................Priceless imagery and mood

The way you sprinkle the ending with a carefree tone ....brought this work...to a different level

Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice Poetics


Blessssssssssssssss

[Polly Lewis]

This is so wonderful. As we age many things change, but our love of life only grows stronger. We appreciate more and begin to understand how precious life is :0)

At first I wondered where this piece was going, however, the final line brought it all together.

A most enjoyable read.

[Thomas James Martin]

Wonderful poem, Toni, and I identify.

Tom

[Rainbowco]

Left Speechless.

[Lily1111]

I so enjoyed the closing lines of this poem. What a beautiful image.

"Enjoy growing old, some never get the chance."
-Unknown

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We must always dance even if with ourselves in our minds .... but always, always dance ... thank you for joy.

[Emily B]

Growing old does things to you, sometimes . . .

Every lovely word fell like sweet rain. Gray and blue and violet.

[Touché Armada]

Sighs, age, I plan on just running with it till it runs out I think, it has a gentleness about it, ageing that is, less anxiety and more calmness. Or I guess it could be full of regret and hardness, eh there are moments but they all pass, everything seems to be passing.

Lawn and violets, thats lovely, the wild violets here are so dainty they have delicate peacefullness about them, soft and cool on a summers day.

[J]

I understand completely.

Such an... endearing love/passionate revulsion dichotomy... with this world (how I sense it anyway, how it swings between poles)...

A lawn strewn with violets... that's such a peaceful, spiritual image.

[mysticgmekeepr]

very beautiful, moved me to a tender smile of understanding.