I was pounding out another chapter for my book 2 Celtic mystery wip when this popped into my head. Didn’t get the chapter finished but at least I have another entry for my poetry book wip. And before you ask: No, this is not autobiographical.
Three Of Me
There was a Beginning Me,
Small, plump
With the aroma of baby freshness
And mother’s soothing lullabies;
An opening refrain to appease young cries.
Then came the Middle Me,
Muscled, tested
Experienced in worldly awareness.
Sixties songs covered bleak war laments;
A chorus against fresh lives so brutally spent.
Here sits the Ending Me,
Frail, pale
Weary with life’s abject unfairness.
Reminisced tune a humming, teary-eyed;
Closing exhortations before the final goodbye.
Well, I hope it’s not autobiographical!
Ha! Thanks, Mike.
This is a powerful poem. I can’t stop thinking about it. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you for that, Susan.
Well done and thought provoking. I hope the actual last third brims with grace.
Thank you for that, D. Wallace.
I do hope this isn’t’t your Swan Song.
Me, too! 🙂
Quite lovely, Jack. Glad to hear this isn’t autobiographical. I can tell from your writing that you’re still very active in the world. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you so much, Suzanne.
Powerful words, Jack.
Thank you, Jean.
That is a lovely and very powerful poem, Jack. The last verse is very poignant, as well as incredibly thought provoking, especiall as I’m trying hard to keep positive – and active – as the years tick by. I’m glad to hear you have another wip.
Thank you, milliethom. Chin up, feet moving forward, think positive! (Yeah, I know. Me, too). I prefer to think of this period of relative inactivity, this depressing lull in writing is merely temporary. 🙂
I’ve been writing quite a lot lately, and had planned to do little on WP from now on. I just got nominated for a quotes challenge, so I decided to do that. I’ll do another couple of Christmas Traditions posts, then close down for a while.
Thiis is a great post
Thank you, Ali!