Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #191 hosted this week by the utterly amazing poet Shay!
Come join us!
"Everything slows down with age, except the time it
takes cake and ice cream to reach your hips." - John Wagner
I have become heavy like a ship
But not so sea worthy
Capable of sinking at more than an iceberg
I cannot pinpoint the exact moment
Nor remember when I could no longer move with the ease of a
raven
I just know now my being is cumbersome and weary to run
It happened like wrinkles and joint pain
A slow conjuring of proof of the journey
Slow like a teenager heading to chores
But sooner or later the leaves are flying all around you
waiting to be raked
Dishes are crusted and need to be soaked
Just like my feet
"Slow like a teenager heading to shores"! Oh gosh I remember THAT. My son acted like he was being sent to the gallows. Somehow, he survived, though!
ReplyDeleteYes, I think all of us parents have experienced that. LOL
DeleteThis made me smile, Carrie, from title to final word. Oh so true.......
ReplyDeleteAlways glad to make you smile my friend!
DeleteCarrie, I love this line:
ReplyDelete"A slow conjuring of proof of the journey"
Thank you so much Lisa!
DeleteVery much feeling this this weekend. :) True and vividly rendered.
ReplyDeleteThank you my friend and I hope you heal quickly.
DeleteMy dear Carrie, as Sisters Mary Anne and Shirley love to say: "you're preaching to the choir, Helen Louise!"
ReplyDeleteLOL I guess we are all in the same boat!
DeleteI can totally relate. You paint the ills and aches with a knowing brush. Yet we still have got to do what a woman's got to do, including crusty dishes, and personalities. ;) Have a happy holiday season, dear Carrie.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Joy, and happy holidays to you as well.
DeleteI laughed and cried. The sign of a great poem.
ReplyDeleteBTW, if you eat the cake and goodies standing up, the calories pass the hips and land in the feet. ...an excellent excuse to go shopping for shoes. ...which tracking apps count as exercise!
Awwww thank you Charley. I will have to try that, but then getting new shoes is a problem too, mainly because of bunions! LOL
DeleteAh written as one growing old. At first I thought it might be you. I will be before you want it. I tell Mrs. Jim that I can no longer put my pants on both legs at a time. To me that is getting old. I really could jump into my pants both legs once. Looking back I think being old begins àound the eighties although before it comes we expect to be elderly in the seventies.
ReplyDeleteCarrie, enjoy your aches and pains, worse is to come.
My wish for you and yours now,
MERRY CHRISTMAS and
a HAPPY NEW YEAR
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I guess we all have things we can no longer do that mark getting old to us. Merry Christmas Jim to you and Mrs. Jim!
DeleteLove your opener/title? of this, Carrie. You humanized the crow,
ReplyDeleteand it worked well!
I really love this, right from the beginning with that opening line. It really captures the feeling of aging in a vivid way.
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