Ripple Effect #poetry #oldage

Ripples of Life

 

a blurry reflection in wintry pond

from my pocket something priceless falls

“plop” is the sound I hear

I consider as it silent calls

“ninety years is too soon”

says old, wizened but sharp of mind

two wives I never intended to bury

for the century mark, I have time

I ponder his possibilities

friends mostly gone

better save your pennies

your days are long

a blurry reflection in wintry pond

from my pocket something priceless falls

“plop” are its last words

I consider as it silent calls

 

Sharing this with Poet’s United the prompt this week Nineties

 

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Lonely are her shoes #tanka #art

One of Teika’s Ten Tanka Techniques as discussed by Jane Reichhold:

  1. Mystery and depth – yūgentei, the image evoking ineffable loneliness

 

This category is associated mostly with Fujiwara Shunzei (1114-1204) Teika’s renowned father and tanka expert. Teika mentions this in some of his other teachings and uses as examples poem #3:254 Kin’yōshū by Toshiyori:

 

uzura naku / mano no irie no / hamakaze ni / obananami yoru / aki no yūgure

 

cries of quail
from the shore of Mano cove
winds blow
waves of plume grass
ripple in autumn dusk

 

 

black and white ballet shoes

 

dance is done

discarded ribbons on stage

shoes on a nail

old eyes caress memory

finger yellowed playbill’s dust

ribbons

Creature Comforts #poetry #photography #dogs

dusk clouds

Between strong legs

I look beyond the porch

waves of snow hemmed in with ice

once I would have savored cold

challenging the white waves

feeling exuberance of youth

I lay down at his feet

soaking in homey warmth

his knowing reflects in my eyes

together we dream by the fire

whit bw

 

 

Today I needed to be warmed from the inside out. As I share this poem with Poet’s Pantry , I take a look into a friend’s eyes whom I dearly miss.

poets united

 

 

Love in the river #haiku #photography #Ezrapound

It is our objective at Carpe Diem to distill Ezra Pound’s sorrowful poem: ”The River-Merchant’s Wife” which is a translation of a poem by Li Po (an ancient Chinese poet)

While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
And we went on living in the village of Chokan:
Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.

At fourteen I married My Lord you.
I never laughed, being bashful.
Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.
Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.

At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Why should I climb the lookout?

At sixteen you departed,
You went into far Ku-to-en, by the river of swirling eddies,
And you have been gone five months.
The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.

 


You dragged your feet when you went out.
By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,
Too deep to clear them away!
The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out to meet you
As far as Cho-fo-Sa.
I have chosen to distill Pound’s words using haiku:
the pond
Aged fingers close
grasping the love of my youth
river flows away

The Day They Packed My Computer #fiction #challenge

Today they moved the last of my belongings to somewhere. No one would tell me. My family thinks because I am “old” that those things no longer matter or that I will forget about them like I forgot the grocer’s name (last week).

I watched someone fumble with the box containing my type written drafts, hand drawn story boards, and copies of every last radio script.  A tear fell to the ground; no one heard it except Font, my spaniel. My faithful Dell which replaced my IBM Selectric years ago was in another box bound for the place where computers go instead of heaven.

“Don’t worry mom everything is on thumb drives.”

“For what?” I wanted to yell under my carefully tucked afghan. “Can I access my work with my thumb, perhaps my teeth?”

My bony fingers were itching to take one more sweep across the keyboard.

My daughter was dripping with sincerity, “We have you enrolled in a number of classes at the retirement community.”

I can’t tell you how many times over the years I have heard ,”Those who can’t  do… Teach.”

I smiled to myself knowing that I was teaching a number of those classes.

Little do they know that my archived work is auto loaded on my blog. Should be good for hmmm about 5 years. I can still, after all, operate the “Like” button.

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The WordPress Daily Post prompt is what would you do Without Blogging? A pox on such a thought. My fictionalized response reflects what I would do….

Photography: “Ive had better days” © L. Moon

Here’s what others would do without blogging:

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  5. Go on Actual Blind Dates | Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs | likereadingontrains
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  7. A Fairy Tale Tribunal | Spirit Lights The Way
  8. Poem – Reboot | Cozy Compulsions @ Midnight
  9. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs | suzie81’s Blog
  10. Remembering When . . . | meanderedwanderings
  11. Zoe without computers… Shhhh! It would be… | Mad Pot
  12. Daily Prompt: Without | Books, Music and Movies : my best friends
  13. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs | Retired2Travel
  14. Where would I be without my Computer? | Linda Nelson
  15. Off-Limits… | DG Toons
  16. The Best Ever Backyard Picnic!!! | calliopes lyre
  17. My Computer Is Very Fragile And Emotional | The Jittery Goat
  18. Lonely little Petunia | Hope* the happy hugger
  19. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs, Momma, Don’t Take My Digital Away! | Overcoming Bloglessness
  20. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  21. SciFi WiFi | Cheri Speak
  22. Motherhood and Beyond
  23. Without: Neruda’s Take and Mine | windandlaughter
  24. A life without | Angels in stunning astronaut pants
  25. private and very busy | Life is great
  26. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs | Heron There & Everywhere
  27. Sans PC – CombatBabe
  28. Computer Free… | Haiku By Ku
  29. Life-Beyond-Blogs is Calling My Name | Iam Who Iam
  30. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs | Basically Beyond Basic
  31. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs – Rise Again | fibijeeves
  32. Soul’s Music – batteries not required | The Seeker’s Dungeon
  33. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs – One Day So Far Off the Grid « IF I ONLY HAD A TIME MACHINE
  34. Daily Prompt – Life after Blogs | Kate Murray
  35. What if we had our computer taken away? | Okay, what if?
  36. Carved in stone | Nicki
  37. Life After Blogs | The Nameless One
  38. DP: Poem… WITHOUT (+) = (-) | The Abuse Expose’ with Secret Angel
  39. Without internet. Or energy! | LauGraEva
  40. Unthinkable | djgarcia94
  41. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs » My Life, My Way, My Words
  42. Daily Prompt: What’s wrong with computers? – Smart Stunning Searching
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  44. Alienora’s addiction! | alienorajt
  45. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs | Whimsical Eclecticist
  46. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs | Life on Ice
  47. Back to the Drawing Board | marsowords
  48. Love me love my Dell ! | heysugarsugar
  49. Without You | clarior e tenebris
  50. Daily Prompt: Is there life after blogs? | SERENDIPITY
  51. Nostalgia | Spunky Wayfarer
  52. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs| Disconnected | Charron’s Chatter
  53. Disconnect | Hekau: Words of Power
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  55. Life- Nice and simple | tornin2’s Blog
  56. A few thoughts to share about blogging and the computer. | TheWhyAboutThis
  57. Ain’t nobody got time for this | Just Musing Around
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  61. Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs | Wanderings of an Elusive Mind
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  63. Life After Blogging | The Pigeon Blog
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  71. Life after blogs | Artifacts and Fictions
  72. Life With No Computer | Real ‘N Random
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The Specter of Old Age #poem #photography #elderly

Decay
The invisible specter
a master of fate
stealing vitality
weakness is the new state
**
clouds of  gray creep in
altering a once comely face
 the mirror an enemy
unrecognizable left in its place
**
 
the crafty meddler of the mind
spoils often the richest chest
scattering knowledge to the breeze
putting memories to the test
**
The specter takes everything
frailty and uncertainty remain
bent, gaunt, colorless, shell
a shadow is cast over nothing
 
I revived this piece from one of the original poems I posted on this blog. I wrote this while working as a private duty nurse for a dear lady of 90. I loved the bits and pieces of the word that I got to see in spite of the Alzheimer’s.  Alzheimer’s is devastating for the elderly and their families – one reason I cherish each moment I have with aging family members. Hug a family member today ~ just because…
 
This poem is selected to share with a wonderful and lively group of poets at Poet’s United. The Poetry Pantry give a weekly opportunity to share a poem you have written – join the fun!

Time is ticking away #death #life #poetry

hour-glass-black-n-white

they asked me when I was a kid

how long they thought i’d live

i said” i don’t know

maybe after the world is covered with snow.”

they asked me when I was a sailor

how long I thought til it was over?

i shook my head,

“my best friend yesterday at 20 was dead”

they asked me when i was a dad

“how long do you think you have?”

“i’d like to be old as a good wine

maybe that would be 99.”

“they asked me how long now that you are 88?”

“it’s waiting for death I hate

i hope ungrateful i do not sound

of life i’d like another round”

This is dedicated to a dear friend who was like my dad as I was growing up. Each day now is  a battle with cancer…