December 7, 2011
I am not old
I am not old, she said
I am rare
I am the standing ovation
at the end of the play
I am the retrospective
of my life
as art
I am the hours
connected like dots
into good sense
I am the fullness
of existing
you think I am waiting to die
but I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure
I am a map
these wrinkles are imprints
of my journey
ask me
anything.
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4 comments / Add Yours
I just need to say, please don’t stop writing these daily poems….ever……you have no idea how much I look forward to them. I don’t think I’d be the only one who would also dearly love to see them compiled into a book at some point. As always, I love this. Thank you for sharing your writing adventure.
Replykathryn
Dec 7, 2011
Thank you so much for seeing the story that exists behind the wrinkles. I feel like I became invisible around 40 something, 50 something… It is nice to know there are people(young people) in the world who still see me.
ReplyStar
Dec 7, 2011
I have printed this for my fridge…and will tape a well read, well loved,copy to my bathroom mirror…in super big print when i reside happily at the old folks home….;0) thanks!
ReplyBeth
Dec 8, 2011
This has to be one of the better works of poetry I’ve read in a long time and I am always looking for good writing.. whether poetry or prose to post for a number of pages I own on Facebook. What I want to let you know.. is that I shared this on two of my pages.. one of them listed below to over 100 likes combined and just about all of the women shared it forward. I imagine it will get back around to you at some point.. as these things do. I am amazed at how you are able to write a poem a day.. though it’s certainly a wonderful idea and along with so many.. more I am so grateful. Thank you. ~ Blessings and Peace ~ Robin
ReplyRobin Mellody
Dec 13, 2011