December Doldrums
December of life
When seems nigh, flesh fuming rife,
Rebelling with mind
On life’s foggy end to find,
Mind still sharp if not like knife.
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Tanka |06.12.2022|
Poet’s note: The very first time in eight decades of my life this December I realized that my body, if not yet mind, is getting old, that the December of my life is nigh.
For A December Memento Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
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