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Wisdom of Old Age

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I am mostly confused.

I thought grey-haired grannies knew everything,
were fearless
and dispensed wisdom like gumballs.

But I am just tired,
worn down
and bewildered.

One day we curse and mourn.
The next day we bless and rejoice.

The world is going to hell,
but it’s been there for every generation.

Perhaps the wisdom of old age
is knowing this life is an impossible thing to hold
and letting go.

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Who Fills the Void

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“Hope,”
she said,
“is like an empty pail.
There exists the possibility
of a draught of fresh, cool water,
but unless I get up and fill the chalice
I am thirsty and the vessel remains vacuous.”

“Hmm,”
he replied,
“I hear what you say.
But for just an instant
consider hope the water
and the barren basin is me.”

Quick contemplation
and then,
with wrinkled mouth and brow,
“In your picture,”
she returned,
“who fills the void?”

“Ahh,”
said he,
with a showman’s pause,
“That, then, is the question.”

Mysterious Wonder

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Beauty lies not
(he emphasised not)
in the eye,
but in the brain.

He’d reduced it
to a formula:

……….two ex
……….plus
……….why squared
……….divided by double-u
……….equals
……….stunning grandeur.

 

Uninspired she smiled
and feigned interest —
hearing the emphatic rise and fall of his voice,
beautiful in its timbre.

When she left
she shook her head sadly.

He’d missed
the point
entirely.

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Björn is hosting at dVerse, asking us to use pauses in our writing.
“Make  (the pauses)  visible in the way that suits you best.”

This piece was inspired by a podcast.

Simeon

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Like a spirited pup
awaiting liberation of the stick,
so this ancient heart
did leap about ungainly.

Frightening to witness the promise breathing,
To hold eternity in trembling hands!

Take me home, for I have seen light and glory.
Silence now this erratic beat.

 

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It is a new year and time for Quadrilles (a poem in 44 words) over at dVerse.  Today Grace has given us the word “leap.”
The text for yesterday’s service was taken from Luke 2 and I am inspired to walk through 2018 with “Simeon” faith.
May this New Year be one of fulfilment and truth.

For God So Loved

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Whosoever
…..anybody everybody me

believeth
…..raise that hand, child!

in him
…..seeing not is believing not

should not perish,
…..i don’t wanna die

but have eternal life.
…..gimme that silver-lined cloud
…..and harp of gold.

For the Light

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For the light,
for the light of this new day,
……………………we give thanks.

For the yellowy head of dandelion,
for the green teeth of grass,
for the tumble blue of sky,
for the crimson beans of luck,
for the pumpkin orange of clivia,
for fragrant fields of lavender amethyst.

For the light which reveals the colours —
…..boomeranged light,
…..inebriated light,
…..light ubiquitous.

For the light,
indeed!
For the wonderful light,
……………………we give thanks.

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It’s Open Link at dVerse and this is my last offering for the year (as well as my first shared poem in MONTHS!).
I am humbled and honoured to have two poems included in the newly published
Chiaroscuro – Darkness and Light: Voices from poets – dVerse Anthology (available on Amazon). In celebration of this launch, and of the season in which we celebrate the Light, I wrote this poem of praise to light.
May you all have a blessed and peaceful holiday.

Heart in the Right Place

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No heart on this sleeve,
let me tell you!

First time it was stolen.
Took over a year to get it replaced.
Next time it was broken.
Another twelve months to repair.

No siree, Bob,
that baby is properly hidden now,
dolled up beyond recognition.

Yup,
my heart is in the right place.

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