Yesterday, it was a shoot.
Today, it becomes birds’ hub,
as it bears bountiful fruit.
Next day, the tree will turn stub.
Note: This form is called Tanaga, a traditional short Filipino poem which is only a quatrain, having 7 syllables in each line. The rhyming schemes may be aaaa, aabb, abab or abba.
Categories:
senescence, life,
Form: Quatrain
This truth we hold
to be self-evident:
Old men
are never hesitant
to run for President
Categories:
senescence, america, leadership, political, satire,
Form: Political Verse
Just having passed another year
In quiet celebration
I was reflecting on my journey here
Feeling still quite young
Yet remembering
What a friend just had said that we
Are now senescence
This comment startled me
Into thinking of where I am and where
I am going next
How many good years, are there
For me to really enjoy
Fifteen is my guess with more
That will be an unknown chore
So little but so many
How does that compare with the first
If I act now like I’m fifteen
I would love passionately with you
Start a new first job
Lay around in a bikini in my backyard
As the years go back, I would
Do less and less
Enjoy playing more with make believe
Make cookies and eat the dough
Have books read to me
Swing in a tree for hours, daydreaming
Wish upon the moon and stars
For a peaceful night
Until I just sit in a chair in a sunny spot
Stare out the window
Nod off to sleep
Then nibble on peanut butter
Licking my spoon contentedly, still
I would want to see you again
And dream of my days beside the sea
written 6-13-2020
Categories:
senescence, age,
Form: Free verse
At
the
mercy
of unkind
senescence is he;
his pulchritude has since left his face.
"Don't get old!," he jokingly warns his grandkids sometimes.
Half a century ago, a spry man, now he can't bend down to pick up his cane.
Date written: 03/20/2020
Categories:
senescence, age, grandfather, imagery, old,
Form: Fibonacci
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
Categories:
senescence, age,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
senescence, age, change, childhood, flower,
Form: Free verse