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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

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Sunlite Wanter

Date: 6/8/2019 11:22:00 AM

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

Jeanne Mcgee

Date: 6/7/2019 5:55:00 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

Date: 5/23/2019 10:10:00 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

Date: 5/23/2019 1:42:00 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

Date: 5/23/2019 8:56:00 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
Date: 5/23/2019 1:43:00 PM

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

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/14/2019 7:58:00 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

Date: 5/14/2019 8:43:00 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

Date: 5/12/2019 12:48:00 PM

this is thoughtful & very beautiful, Nette

Arturo Michael

Date: 5/12/2019 9:20:00 AM

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

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 5/12/2019 2:26:00 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.

Date: 5/11/2019 9:58:00 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

Date: 5/11/2019 2:16:00 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 :)