Artist :Andreas Bohnenstengel
(Wikimedia Commons)
not a ghost of a chance
he trembled he was on edge
it left him uneasy
not a ghost of a chance
he trembled he was on edge
it left him uneasy
much more to settle
than he initially thought
he sought shelter before
he rose to the occasion
he took it upon himself
to progress step by step
it seemingly looked simple
but it burnt out his efforts
even before he ventured in
not this time now
a different era
he felt weak
a limiting factor
that he left out
- age!
Lisa at d'Verse OLN # 406
Hank, for an old fellow, there is a lot of action going on in your poem. I do increasingly understand the limiting factor.
ReplyDeleteYour photo choice is perfectly paired with your words. One can feel the anguish of age and the determination to carry onward.
ReplyDeleteThis Truedessa
DeleteWhat the eyes can't communicate, your poem does, and so eloquently. Old age is existence's "limiting factor" -- something we struggle with in terms unlike any other.
ReplyDeleteeric here. good to read you again hank. the current condition of the body might not be the same as it was but we can still work with it, they way we work with fitting a poetic idea into a particular form
ReplyDeleteExcellent write, Hank. So good to connect with you again!
ReplyDeletePamela
When age limit you...that must be so hard, but maybe it is not your limits but the limit the world put on you
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