Saturday, January 5, 2019

Listing




I feel an ache deep, deep
inside these old cold bones
my frame lists in the wind 
like the hull of a yacht
though i no longer consider myself  
yacht-worthy 
lounging on-deck with with the tanned and toned  
more like dinghy-worthy 
pasty white, wrinkled and crinkled 
tossed about here, there everywhere
on a cloudy frost-covered morning



Happy New Year!





5 comments:

  1. Dearest Helen,
    Love that photo of the bare trees in winter, like a couple, holding hands and braving the cold of life's last season.
    May our worthiness remain, even when wrinkled and old.
    Hugs,
    Mariette

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  2. This is incredibly evocative, Helen ❤️ I love the subtle tone and imagery which makes for an unforgettable read. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!❤️

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  3. you had me chuckling at bit, in understanding, that feeling of being not quite, as once was, when referencing the dinghy - but then, perhaps the wisdom in grace is learning to make peace with the externals of oneself, instead counting off all of the beautiful life lessons and experiences we've chalked up along to way to the present moment - and I suppose, ultimately, this has to be enough. Very atmospheric, moody and evocative poem Helen.

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  4. Never - not you! You will always grace anything you lounge upon! You give silvere hair and 50+ something to strive for. (I'm totally serious)

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  5. You are definitely yacht-worthy! Happy new year!

    xoxox,
    CC

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