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A Fragile Self

While finding  myself in  season’s twilight
I see parts of life crumble amid grime of ruins,
As a  declining mind wanders to  balance
Gratified triumphs and numerous offenses.
That from an era’s DNA,  I search my own history
Sorting out the will of earthly fate, to  pinpoint
The wake of milestones... the numbness of lies.
How can I redeem  the what ifs?
Accepting my fragility held by a few strands
Of  cycles’  thinning yarns, my  essence
Spins up   down through  countless revelries:
Then to gaze at the most lustrous star
Where a thousand vestiges imprint faces,
Even melodies which bear laughable chatters.
How fondly old can I really get!…
And yet, yet, as nightfall grabs
One more petal falling… there is something 
glorious about ripened age--- after all.



5/09/2019
The Smile At The Foot Of The Ladder
For craig cornish

introspectionselffree verse

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Sunlite Wanter

June 8, 2019 at 11:22 AM

How did you know I was getting old and would know just what you expressed so eloquently and uniquely.

Jeanne Mcgee

June 7, 2019 at 5:55 PM

This captivated me all the way through. Loved the words, "the wake of milestones...the numbness of lies" "one more petal falling...there is something glorious about ripened age, after all" LOVE. Thanks Jeanne

Connie Marcum Wong

May 23, 2019 at 10:10 PM

I can so relate to this beauty Nette. I absolutely love how you created this little masterpiece! It is going into my Faves my friend! Congratulations on your deserving podium win! : ) xxoo

Craig Cornish

May 23, 2019 at 1:42 PM

Very few can be as consistently inspirational as you Nette, you have a special gift and always display that it is not wasted. I love your interpretation with the analogy of age. You almost didn't give this a go. Among many other lines that gave me pause to celebrate was "the wake of milestones...the numbness of lies" - special writing Nette!

John Hamilton

May 23, 2019 at 8:56 AM

A wonderful write Nette, loved your choice of word combinations eg wake of milestones...numbness of lies. Congrats on your win in Craig's contest!

Craig Cornish

May 23, 2019 at 1:43 PM

Agreed John, and I read your comment after I wrote mine--great minds...never mind lol

Darlene De Beaulieu

May 14, 2019 at 7:58 PM

Hello Nette, love this poem. Nette age is just a number.It is how you feel on the just a number. It is what you feel on rhe inside that counts. I have always felt young and I still do no matter what my age is. have a nice evening my friend.

Robert Lindley

May 14, 2019 at 8:43 AM

As always my friend, you deliver wonderful poetry! This shines its glorious truth and inspiring depths.. A gem and a fav too..

Jack Horne

May 12, 2019 at 12:48 PM

this is thoughtful & very beautiful, Nette

Arturo Michael

May 12, 2019 at 9:20 AM

In search of self...there's something good about ripened age...truth...All the best...Happy mother's day to you...

Jennifer Proxenos

May 12, 2019 at 2:26 AM

Alexis has echoed my words - you always leave me in awe after i have read any of your poems - getting old is an acceptance of life's cycle and can be beautiful if you allow it to gracefully to its thing - Happy Mothers Day. Hugs, Jennifer

Alexis Y.

May 11, 2019 at 9:58 PM

Hi Nette, I really enjoyed your write about "getting" old. You writes are always so poetic and they leave me in awe. Best wishes in the contest.PS, Happy Mother's Day:-) Alexis

Anne-Lise Andresen

May 11, 2019 at 2:16 PM

- It has been said a lot negative about getting old, but I want to focus on the positive - Your time on earth will be shorter for each year, which makes you want to put more appreciative of life and the time you've got, Nette :) - W.W. for you :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)