Crystol Woods Poet Free verse

Awe,age

     The irony of life and love, 
tricks played on trusting souls
 by a heartless prankster.

 I didn't even know what I didn't know. 

 I longed to play the music of your heart and body
 with magical, skillful hands. 
Youth, full of vigor, bluster. 
Heads full of air, light as eagles feathers 
and just as beautiful. 

The hoary head has earned wisdom. 
Now that I understand this game,
 I sit alone with no one to play with.
 No teeth to instill fear
 nor smile that brings butterflies.

 Finally, seeing perfectly, 
we can't command the stage 
but must give over to the air heads, 
the collective "us" of the past. 

Awe...age. Hearty-har-har.

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Anne-Lise Andresen April 13, 2025 at 7:30 AM - Time and the passing years are like a rushing tidal wave... a heartbreaking poem, Crystol - hugs

Daniel Henry Rodgers April 8, 2025 at 8:44 AM Dear Crystol! Oh how your poem hit me, so raw, wise, and beautifully bittersweet. The way you blend irony and reflection into your words is just masterful. I thought about how the contrast between youthful bluster and the quiet wisdom of age is something we all feel but rarely articulate this well. You’ve captured it! Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel Crystol Woods April 9, 2025 at 2:14 PM Daniel, Oh that everyone had your exquisite taste! Heehee! I'm just so darn happy that you liked this and "got it "! I look forward to your visits the most, not just for the encouragement but for the well thought out feed back you give. How very selfless of you to give so much of yourself to edify others. I hope you'll be blessed ten fold for it! Xoxoxo