Aging is already leaving .
Toward a serious blues
or a rainy grey .
The face is hollowed out
like waterless earth .
One day follows another
and the nights no longer sleep .
Aging is just contemplating ,
pray to household deities
and breath in the seasons
of the tea pot wisely tucked away
between Ceylon and Darjeeling ...
Aging british is very distinguished !
Aging is dozing in front of the tv
and fly to the moon with a joyful trumpeter...
Aging is boarding the Titanic ,
get dizzly on the violin of a last waltz
and pluck a star for a lovely white lady ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Love the anthropomorphic approach to this poem. A most fun read
Anthroposophical tea pot approach !
Love it
Thank you tony !
You're welcome
I like these images and the subtle humor with which you play around the theme of aging. Great!
Aging is a wreck...
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