Carolyn Devonshire Poet Quintain (English)

This Year

This young year has already been the last
to see a new Robin Williams performance on screen.
“Night at the Museum Part Three” echoes the past,
as the presence of actors my age grows lean
and I look back wishing I were still a teen.

With sadness I see my peers grow old,
but a young person is still trapped in my frail heart.
What will transpire as I watch the year unfold?
Which high school friend will be the next to depart?
How I miss Elaine, a sweet lady so beautiful and smart!

Even more distressing are the family concerns --
aging siblings and a dear uncle of great years.
Fear within my spirit relentlessly burns.
Young nieces have yet to shed worrisome tears
for the fears that accompany the starting of years.



Written January 17, 2015

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Richard Lamoureux February 19, 2015 at 8:57 AM They say aging isn't for sissys. I think it still beats the alternative. I can relate to this poem, last year we had a lot of friends with health concerns and we just had one friend this year who at 59 passed away.

Robert Nehls February 14, 2015 at 3:21 AM Hi Carolyn. Our journey is filled with minutes that seem to go by so quickly and goodbyes seem to come far to often. WE are blessed to have been given this journey and yet it is sad at times to watch it go by. This is a great poem and a 7 for me. Thanks for sharing.... Robert.

Liam Mcdaid February 5, 2015 at 8:54 PM excellent pen i can relate carolyn powerful piece

Robert Lindley January 25, 2015 at 9:17 PM Deep and heartfelt writes like this one are awesome my friend. I share much of that which your fine write relayed. Giving a 7 on this and hope things improve for you my friend..

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty January 21, 2015 at 11:00 AM All through these/ year runs like a night train Carolyn>love>rajat

James Peranteau January 20, 2015 at 11:43 PM How ironic for this soul that you wrote this write my dearst poetic friend. Though I must say how amazed I am, that my brain started sparking thoughts and my digits again began to press ! Great write Carolyn...I've missed our shared thoughts....much love, james

Connie Marcum Wong January 17, 2015 at 6:48 PM Dear Carolyn, I can so identify with your poem. I was just thinking how sad I feel at all the celebrities that have passed on this year along with a nephew and niece. We live our lives and watch at they grow older with us. I wish I could stop the clock as the films do. I feel the same way. Poetry gets richer as we get older and that helps. Blessings, Connie #7

Paul Callus January 17, 2015 at 4:36 PM I have been touched in many ways by this lovely poem, Carolyn. Like you, I watch the years flash by while taking note of the changes that take place, both negative and positive ones. May we be able to watch many more new days dawning! hugs // paul

Barbara Gorelick January 17, 2015 at 4:04 PM Dear LNC.. You have touched a nerve with this poignant write. I see the shadows lengthening...sigh. Hope all is well. wore my bracelet recently and got compliments...Love BG

Tim Smith January 17, 2015 at 2:32 PM We are never sure of the future Carolyn. It is disheartening though with increased age our abilities are diminished...My best to you in the new year...hugs Tim

Jan Allison January 17, 2015 at 1:57 PM Getting older is no fun is it Carolyn and facing an uncertain future for our friends and relationships is hard to come to terms with - good luck in the contest:-) Hugs jan xx