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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

Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 12/5/2019 5:12:00 AM I like how you have become a tree. Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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! Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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. : ) Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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! Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 12/3/2019 5:05:00 AM Thank you so much Demetrios... hugs :)