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Senescence Bloom

For a skinny kid I remember being brave “Penny divers”, for coins Courageous we stood atop the bridge and leapt to choppy waters below Swear before god, blood oaths till death So fierce was my rebel heart Ideals rooted deep and simple words to say look out for me and my mates today As the years rolled by skin leathers, bones crackle hair grows everywhere the body slowly withers friends are dead or moved away On these weary days, I ponder is the cultivation of spirit crafted from these childhood moments to spark our neural highways imprint upon the brain then after life to spiritually bloom a perfect miracle adrift in the multiverse Entered in "A Contest on Aging" Sponsored by Emile Pinet 18.06.2019

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/6/2019 5:35:00 AM

Good luck in Emile's contest, Georgia. "So fierce was my rebel heart" - loved this part so much!

Georgia Kereopa
Date: 7/12/2019 8:21:00 AM

Caren, I was one of those but why, why, why kids growing up.

Kurt Ravidas

Date: 7/5/2019 1:58:00 PM

A bloom? Perhaps as an option for those who are ready to bloom. It is not necessary to die for it. Alas, for most of us death is a pretty sophisticated event)

Georgia Kereopa
Date: 7/5/2019 8:39:00 PM

Bloom as in what next, beyond, transform, reincarnate?beyond the veil.

Kurt Ravidas

Date: 7/4/2019 11:43:00 AM

A wonderful poem that makes me think and remember. I think the childhood was the gate of paradise, which was always open. I try to remember the moment the gateway was sealed again.

Georgia Kereopa
Date: 7/5/2019 3:46:00 AM

Thank you Kurt, we think alike. I then thought perhaps death is our gateway, when we bloom.