Since when is fierce longing non-combustible?
I feel the need to forgive for the raincoat it will dress me in,
keep some of the storm off of me anyway.
I sweat and try to beat back down the anger I feel
against things that have so often contradicted me,
against too many songs left unsung for no good reason.
Life’s calendar has me poised at late autumn for some time now.
Winter may kill me as the coldness seeps thru to bone,
rhyming wheezing going on for many years.
Just as nothing of real value can be long possessed by one,
if it were, it’s worth would plummet towards none;
life itself, clung to past reasonable, becomes poor exercise.
Why does time hold from us wisdom till its application little matters?
Why, if I can will myself to think, can I not will myself not to?
Backwards walking into the future, wondering why.
Hammer to string releases notes to fly to ear nearby
but sadness always climbs on for the ride, you pay the fare;
weak tea of having no one to make adjustments for.
Like the spider back from being sucked up by the vacuum,
the remorse again comes climbing up your leg;
you sigh and edge closer to the asylum.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yes, yet more 'reflections'. Pretty sure I have said all this before but, here it is.
- Category: Reflection
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Try to stay cool (this advice from someone who doesn't some of the time) because it is no good for your physical health.
Disciplined write though.
Understood, and thanks.
In life we have these problems sometimes Dan but we have dealt with them otherwise we would not be here now and from that experience we know how to move on into a better place .
Andy
Understood. Just the usual load of stress. Thanks.
Dan you have linked together a series of gem like stanzas that all relate to ageing. Being in the winter of life I feel the cold of this poem and the wisdom in it. Some of my favorite lines were: Life clung to past reasonable, becomes poor exercise, Why does time hold from us wisdom till its application little matters?, sadness always climbs on for the ride, you pay the fare. A wonderful and most thoughtful write
And as usual an accurate assessment. You are in many ways the ruler I use to measure these things, so thank you again.
You express yourself so well in these reflections. A fine write with some wonderful lines. Sometimes we have to process these things to get them out. Cheers, Tom.
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