Sunday, January 15, 2012
Slipping -- Poetry 2012
How far away can one go
with wobbly legs and sore feet?
Breathing cold air burns heart
into calibrated flutter; a plan
for invigorating turns debilitating.
Fear - peaceful coexistence between
nature and an aging body might not
be possible – hear the whisperings.
Wanting to shout louder – unfair;
crying out where has time gone?
Life work and ethic tricked by a body
following natural chronological decline.
Can you hear the loving and hating
voices echo golden year’s frustration
when slipping into their graves
one breath at a time?