Bad News

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I awoke in dimmed light — the spirit of forging on slightly dampened. 
But a new day had begun anew. I owed it to nature to oblige with movement. 

Slow slaps of arthritic pain on the laminated floor bore witness to that effort.
The smell of coffee circulating in my nostrils urged me on. 

Looking out the kitchen window previewed a gloomy day.
Bare brown limbs prominently on display with the sun hidden behind the white backdrop.

I watched as flat and fluffy white flakes mingled with the ice-encased scenery.
The hard-crystalized nature would eventually shatter, litter on the ground indiscriminately. 

Steam from my coffee curled up into view like a typical fog.
This scene of dreariness further clouding my demeanor. 

The TV spouted the daily “Breaking News,” breaking me down even more.
“Does anything good happen anymore?” I wondered. 

The responsibility of my existence sits on my desk chipping away at my bank account and self-esteem.
Once again, screaming, “I can’t give what I don’t have.” 

My ringing cell phone urged a distraction from this misery.
Tears began to flow as another nail hammered in, another in my generation gone. 

With trembling hands, I ended the call and stared out the kitchen window.
And with a heaving chest, a wet face, and blurry vision, I broke. 

I should have predicted the inevitability of heading back under the covers.
The older I get, the heavier the weight of what life has to offer, the more defeated I am.

Reblog – Haiku – ‘Looking at Himself’ – A poem by Goff James

Goff does a wonderful job of giving us a visual about aging but in addition, I could see the weariness of sorrow from a hard life in this piece. I can even see the face of a man who’s made really bad decisions in his life and now having to live with those truths. Well done!

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Reblog – Daddy’s little girl by Smitha

Smitha did an amazing job with this piece on aging. It really tugs at the heartstrings and HITS HOME.

Pennings...One woman's journey

When she could stay with you

she decided not to

A list of ‘valid’ reasons she gave –

No better place, save

The home for the aged, she said

The one, where you felt caged

She repeated it oft

Her voice tender and soft

You listened

Your eyes glistened

She said it was tough

You knew she had done enough.

She watched you go

Out of the door

You  waved goodbye

You turned around, maybe this is all a lie

A ray of hope flickered in your tired eyes

Breaking through your formidable guise

Maybe she’d ask you to stay

And wouldn’t let you walk away

But she didn’t, not that day

So you waved, ‘Goodbye’

Doing what’s best

For her and the rest

For you’ve never wanted more-

Than to watch her smile like before

And do the things she wanted to

So she does –

Penning poems

On…

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