As we age, we whittle down
The things that we can do
Or the ways that we can do them
So we last the whole day through.
I’ve whittled down my exercise
And how much I can drink.
My energy’s been whittled
And my brain’s begun to shrink.
I’ve whittled my acquaintances,
Though some were not my fault
And my memory’s been whittled
Or locked in a keyless vault.
I’ve whittled down my travels
And my need to shop and buy.
Some hobbies have been whittled,
Which I loved; I don’t know why.
My knife is sharper than my mind
So I won’t be belittling
The ways it goes about its job,
As time goes by, of whittling.
Categories:
whittling, age, change,
Form: Rhyme
just sitting and whittling
whittling and sitting
is patience a virtue
or time infinite
a figure takes shape
imagination sparks
is it possible that
can mastery
notions awash in clover
someday ~
just sittlng and whittling
whittling and sitting
Categories:
whittling, destiny, fantasy, imagination, innocence,
Form: Free verse
Whittling can bring blood pressure down,
Whittling can bring your wood pile down,
Whittling can bring the noise level down,
Whittling can bring the number of negative thoughts down,
Whittling can bring the cost of a whistle down,
Whittling can bring others who need an excuse to sit down.
Whittling can bring the number of positive thoughts up,
whittling can bring the number of friends you have up,
Whittling can bring down the chance of a costly break-up,
Whittling can bring time to put your feet up,
Whittling can bring happy memories up
Whittling can bring your age level up.
Categories:
whittling, addiction, analogy, art, character,
Form: Light Verse
The time has finally come, at last,
To start to whittle down the past.
I comb the closets and each drawer
For things I don’t wear anymore.
My tennis shorts for younger thighs;
My Reeboks worn for exercise.
My wide-leg jeans so full and loose
I’d be accused of style abuse.
My denim skirt with matching shirt -
My love for them won’t reassert.
An old wool sweater bound to itch
Now joins the pile I plan to ditch.
I fill a bag to give away
But certain items have to stay
If they don’t make me laugh or cringe.
Oh joy! My t-shirt with the fringe!
Categories:
whittling, clothes,
Form: Rhyme
I’m whittling down my wardrobe
Just a little at a time.
It’s hard for me to let things go
I wore when in my prime.
But some clothes are out of style
Or don’t fit the way they should
And just hanging in the closet
They aren’t doing any good.
If I donate them, then maybe
Someone who might be in need
Could make use of what I’m tossing
And I’ve done a nice good deed.
I’ll admit that my main motive
Isn’t helping out the poor
But relinquishing apparel
Which I don’t wear anymore.
Categories:
whittling, clothes,
Form: Rhyme
I drew out a pen knife
and whittled insomnia
into this little poem
Categories:
whittling, writing,
Form: Free verse
Souls standing in line
As the world pulls out its knife
To whittle them down
Carve up their lives
Does it have an idea
An insatiable need
As it keeps whittling
On them endlessly
You do have to wonder
What it truly sees
As it carves on you
And whittles on me
Like an old mountain man
By a cool mountain stream
With Father Time standing by
The world keeps on whittling
And it'll certainly not tolerate
Any back talk from you
Just sit still and be quite
Like a good piece of wood
As the world whistles
It whittles away
Impressed with itself
At the carvings it's made
But if it whittles to much
And doesn't care for the you that it's made
The world tosses you out
And lets the dogs play
Categories:
whittling, today,
Form: Rhyme