The Sunday Muse#177
Walking on a tight rope
A generation moved on
Learning and unlearning
An array of experiences.
There were times
When the skin felt alive
Hooked on a string
Like counting hours.
Now, a twist felt
Not only in bones
But also in every breathe
As one strings the
Shades of salt and pepper.
Still, there is joy
Flowing in the veins
With a slight wobble here
And a deep whisper there
Stands strong, a diehard believer
On unsteady hands.
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Anyone who can do a handstand is a hero in my book!
ReplyDeleteYes, their determination is contagious!
DeleteYes, there still is joy among we believers. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Sherry :)
DeleteThis is absolutely lovely Sunita!! There is definitely a twist felt and a change in our older years, but you have painted it here with hope and beauty!
ReplyDeleteYour comments always raise the bar for me to give my best shot at your prompts. Thank you, Carrie :)
DeleteBeautiful language throughout. Wonderful. Especially this - "There were times / When the skin felt alive / Hooked on a string /
ReplyDeleteLike counting hours" Wow!!!
Thank you, Qbit. :)
DeleteThis is so beautiful. I too saw ancestors in the image. You second stanza is amazing.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Susie. Your appreciation matters :)
DeleteThis is a peace-inducing meditation. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you liked the poem, Lisa. Thank you :)
DeleteBeautiful write!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bev :)
DeleteA beautiful person, Sunita. I like the thought of
ReplyDelete"joy Flowing in the veins." I think I've experienced
that a few times, never thought of it that way.
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You definitely must have felt that joy. You inspires us with your thoughtful poems and focused views. Thank you very much, Jim :)
Deleteluv the fact that joy is still braided in
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
much❤love
Thank you, Gillena :)
DeleteLove that second stanza. And the tightrope walk never seems to get any easier.
ReplyDeleteIt never does. Everyday is a struggle. Thank you :)
DeleteLove this!! The banked and flaring embers are very much felt.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you liked this poem, Chrissa. Thank you :)
Delete'still there is joy' - beautifully poignant poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marion :)
DeleteSuch lovely thoughts here. The poem is truly a meditation on aging. It resonates with me.
ReplyDeleteGlad to know the poem touched you, Mryna. Thank you very much for passing by. What a beautiful name you have :)
DeleteThere is a gentle flow to your poem, the message incredibly relevant. Beautiful write ......
ReplyDeleteYour comment much appreciated, Helen. Thank you :)
DeleteI like the use of twist in your poem. Today, breath is indeed a gift.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much :)
DeleteBeautiful! I love your title.
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