Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Her Senescence

senescence 
not something
i am accustomed to
in the semblance
of life

like this tree
i stand here
denuded
as i watch
leaves 
falling 
down
slipping
through
my hands
unsound

i try
to embrace
them
one by one
as they tumble
only to watch
them perish
before 
my eyes

crumbling
in fragments
like memories
buried
in the depths
of mind

silenced
in the shadows
of death
they lay
yet i walk
closer
with each
passing year
wondering
will senescence 
become mine
this time

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Caren Krutsinger December 5, 2019 at 5:12 AM I like how you have become a tree. Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 9:05 AM Thank you...i feel as bare as the trees sometimes... hugs

Running Wolves December 4, 2019 at 8:36 AM Beautiful write. Thought provoking with a tinge of sadness. Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 1:11 PM Thank you so much Robert :)

Gershon Wolf December 3, 2019 at 9:04 PM Finding meaning in the smallest 'acts' of Nature is a gift, O Poet... As for senescence --- yes, we never know, but I hope and trust that you have a long way to go! Happiness and Joy, Gershon Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 1:11 PM Thank you my friend. Me as well :) hugs

Paul Callus December 3, 2019 at 1:46 PM Your musing and reasonable 'fears' on life & death are candidly expressed, Sandra. May your journey last many more years!! ~ Warm regards // paul Sandra Adams December 3, 2019 at 6:35 PM Thank you Paul...many don't live long in my family...i have already outlived several...my goal is to break the chain...be the one... hugs

John Hamilton December 3, 2019 at 10:08 AM You will break the pattern Sandy, you need to keep positive and pray for strength...HE will hear you! Sandra Adams December 3, 2019 at 10:10 AM Thank's John, it is my hope to be the one... hugs

Jeff Connelly December 3, 2019 at 8:21 AM A wonderful poem Sandra. "Senescence" is one of those words, like "juxtaposition"; that have power unto themselves when spoken out loud. But to me a tree losing its leaves just means something seasonal; not necessarily dying. But even in thinking of death, I prefer to hang out with a pheonix. Thank you Sandra. Sandra Adams December 3, 2019 at 9:20 AM thank you Jeff...i was just showing old age doesn't happen in my family, and when trees lose their leaves, it reminds me of death and how fragile life can be...i want to be the one to break the cycle... :) hugs

Chris Green December 3, 2019 at 7:25 AM Such a sad and lonely poem to wake to this morning. Time passes each day whether we want it to or not, the key is to enjoy each day we have to its fullest. Your words are understood though my friend for we all face the reality of time. Beautifully done Sandy. Note: I had to look up the word senescence so you helped me make the best of this day. I learned a new word. : ) Sandra Adams December 3, 2019 at 8:13 AM Thank you Chris... I want to be the one to break the chain and enjoy senescence ... my wish anyway even though it’s not in my family line... hugs Good morning my friend

Vijay Pandit December 3, 2019 at 6:55 AM Oh, so sad my friend--excellent write, as always--you delivered the feelings in every verse. Sandra Adams December 3, 2019 at 8:14 AM Thank you so much my friend ... you always seem to understand my musings I appreciate all your kind words Vijay :) hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis December 3, 2019 at 4:02 AM Mesmerising dear, Sandra! Sandra Adams December 3, 2019 at 5:05 AM Thank you so much Demetrios... hugs :)