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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

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

I like how you have become a tree.

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/5/2019 9:05:00 AM

Thank you...i feel as bare as the trees sometimes... hugs

Running Wolves

Date: 12/4/2019 8:36:00 AM

Beautiful write. Thought provoking with a tinge of sadness.

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/4/2019 1:11:00 PM

Thank you so much Robert :)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 12/3/2019 9:04:00 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
Date: 12/4/2019 1:11:00 PM

Thank you my friend. Me as well :) hugs

Paul Callus

Date: 12/3/2019 1:46:00 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
Date: 12/3/2019 6:35:00 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

Date: 12/3/2019 10:08:00 AM

You will break the pattern Sandy, you need to keep positive and pray for strength...HE will hear you!

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/3/2019 10:10:00 AM

Thank's John, it is my hope to be the one... hugs

Jeff Connelly

Date: 12/3/2019 8:21:00 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
Date: 12/3/2019 9:20:00 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

Date: 12/3/2019 7:25:00 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
Date: 12/3/2019 8:13:00 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

Date: 12/3/2019 6:55:00 AM

Oh, so sad my friend--excellent write, as always--you delivered the feelings in every verse.

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/3/2019 8:14:00 AM

Thank you so much my friend ... you always seem to understand my musings I appreciate all your kind words Vijay :) hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 12/3/2019 4:02:00 AM

Mesmerising dear, Sandra!

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/3/2019 5:05:00 AM

Thank you so much Demetrios... hugs :)