Advancing purlieu dawns on growing up;
the outskirts of our lives will change o'er time.
Unwanted confines normalize our lives
as we accept each demarcation line.
September 19, 2019
QQQ-003
a four-line stanza from a longer poem of mine, Drawing Boundaries.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/drawing_boundaries_575208
contest: Arbitrium Divisa 4
host: Gregory R Barden
Now that,
Under age's snow-covered summit
I stand,
Just
Under eternity's demarcation line,
I still hope,
A few snowflakes of wisdom to harvest
Before
The moment, my soul's soaring comes,
Obeying
To the Lord's celestial command!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
05 October 2015
All newborns move from womb to crib;
and toddlers leave the floor to play in yards.
Most youngsters go from home to school,
learning a new milieu some with ease.
Our kids both young and old contend with space.
While teens assemble, needing gangs and groups,
our college students age as they leave home.
The forest’s edge expands with chills and thrills.
Advancing purlieu dawns on us
the outskirts of our lives change over time.
The empty nest can normalize our lives
as we accept each demarcation line.
With marriage, having children need not stunt
our passage if we've learned our lessons well.
We welcome flux and look forward to tomorrow.
Grandkids will start the cycle anew.
Agendas set; when of necessity
we must retreat, forest calls us back,
we think goodbye, adieu slowed our bearings down.
In lieu of serving others, we now dread
being waited-on by younger souls
who'll take their mental notes. An empty nest
just helps pull the curtains on our clock and stage.
MY LIFE MY BLOODLINE
Finish line...main line so many lines
Yes at last, the Finish line...
Was it only a demarcation line?
Could it turn-out to be an imaginary line?
The would be orator must have been ashamed of his line!
Or he could be a mere duck, a lame duck!
A duckling who ducks and ducks to everyone's delight
Maybe he's full of accomplishments in the world of art
Worst, if he's simply a trash to rusts!
So, he must tow the line
He can be stepping on the line
Or he can be on zigzag or straight line
But he cannot make an alibi...off line
Otherwise, he could be sidelined.
Unless, there's a bank run, just like
In Mutual Bank a bankrupt
A dead end... and a red line!
On the surface the town appears
Like any town, perhaps your own;
It has its share of low-cost homes
Segregated from the splendid
Houses by an invisible
Well defined demarcation line.
The inferior homeowners
Dine out when they can afford to
At fast food places like Wendy’s;
Whereas the well-to-do- frequent
Eateries with French sounding names;
You can distinguish these people
From the rest of us by their dogs:
They’re the prissy pooches with bows.
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