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Senescence Bloom

For a skinny kid
I remember being brave
“Penny divers”, for coins
Courageous we stood atop the bridge
and leapt to choppy waters below
Swear before god, blood oaths till death
So fierce was my rebel heart
Ideals rooted deep
and simple words to say
look out for me and my mates today

As the years rolled by
skin leathers, bones crackle
hair grows everywhere
the body slowly withers
friends are dead or moved away
On these weary days, I ponder
is the cultivation of spirit
crafted from these childhood moments
to spark our neural highways 
imprint upon the brain
then after life
to spiritually bloom
a perfect miracle
adrift in the multiverse

Entered in "A Contest on Aging"
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
18.06.2019

Copyright © Georgia Kereopa | Year Posted 2019

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/6/2019 5:35:00 AM Good luck in Emile's contest, Georgia. "So fierce was my rebel heart" - loved this part so much! Login to Reply Georgia Kereopa Date: 7/12/2019 8:21:00 AM Caren, I was one of those but why, why, why kids growing up.

Kurt Ravidas Date: 7/5/2019 1:58:00 PM A bloom? Perhaps as an option for those who are ready to bloom. It is not necessary to die for it. Alas, for most of us death is a pretty sophisticated event) Login to Reply Georgia Kereopa Date: 7/5/2019 8:39:00 PM Bloom as in what next, beyond, transform, reincarnate?beyond the veil.

Kurt Ravidas Date: 7/4/2019 11:43:00 AM A wonderful poem that makes me think and remember. I think the childhood was the gate of paradise, which was always open. I try to remember the moment the gateway was sealed again. Login to Reply Georgia Kereopa Date: 7/5/2019 3:46:00 AM Thank you Kurt, we think alike. I then thought perhaps death is our gateway, when we bloom.