I used to chase the wind,
now I walk with the breeze.
The maestros' tunes are whispers,
carried by the evening air.
Spicy nights have turned serene,
flavours of youth now mellowed.
The mornings no longer dreamless,
each day a canvas of reflection.
The sun-pierced terrazzo is cool,
its warmth a memory, not a need.
My skin bears the map of years,
my soul, a reservoir of quiet strength.
The journey of miles and dreams,
led to the stillness within.
In this tranquil place,
I will find my peace.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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You`re hitting them out of the park, Arqios!
Cryptic this is a lovely reflection on the aging process each line giving emphasis of what was and now is (chasing the wind as opposed to walking with the breeze) a calmer time where energy is now turned inward and where tunes are now mere whispers. The flavors now mellowing, the floor now cooled from the warmth of the past still a memory, wrinkles the map of years, a reservoir of strength built up over years now gives quiet and peace. A fave
This feels like the long exhale after a life well lived.
Quiet wisdom settles into every line, and it feels earned.
Beautiful, arqios. I can relate to every line.
well written.
arqios, this poem feels like a resting place. The journey you describe doesn’t end in triumph, but in stillness, reflection, and self-trust. Imagining this may find its own special spot in its reading feels exactly right…it deserves to be returned to. A beautiful, calm piece, dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Good write T. You cool now in that terrazzo thingy? Yes, there's 'heated' emotions too, maybe noisy or 'unquiet'.
And breeze now, not wind, in the 'evening' of life. Not that you're 'old', but Goldfinch and I are millions of years old, so we say! lol.
That peace is with me as well Rik, it certainly comes with old age and we are very lucky to be here in that peace.
Andy
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