Aging

Aging

A Poem by Mark
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As I get older, the oldest generation keeps getting closer to my age.

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And it felt like life.
All soft, but hard in the middle.

Cherished strings of fuzzy events
each a pearl wobbling on fraying line.

And I wept with my heart.
All hard, but soft in the middle.

Knowing the pearls were dropping;
as yours all did by the end.

And it felt like the line
moved faster as it grew shorter.

Days into nights back into mornings
soft, 

and yet so hard.

© 2014 Mark


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great work :D . aging is one of the worst nightmare to anyone, especially the females :P . nicely written :D

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mark

6 Years Ago

There was a time when growing old was an honor and elders were automatically respected. Life changes.. read more
I like the way you discuss serious issues in your poetry aging is a deadly one:) thanks for sharing

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Thank you for stopping by and commenting :)
A. Amos

7 Years Ago

You're welcome my friend
You have a unique way of expressing such hon...the elegant surface to your writing provokes the reader into thought, therefore, dissecting the poem deeply. Wonderful x

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Thank you dear one. I love your reviews. :)
Ruth

7 Years Ago

My pleasure hon x
Oh Mark..this is simply lovely the way you used the pearls .. lovely work !

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Thank you Renee, I'm glad you liked ;)
Renée

7 Years Ago

I definitely do ( :
really incredible piece, Mark.

I am dealing with the aging of my parents...in their nineties...and the days get shorter and go faster for them...and the memory gets worse and worse...life does certainly get harder, but soft in the middle..

soft...as the pearls drop.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

The person I was alluding to in the poem is mostly my father who I watch lose his mental capacity be.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

wow yes, me too...one aunt left...but the next generation...and then we start losing our mental capa.. read more
I agree with Frieda, that this is probably one of the best poems I have read in quite a while. Every line is written with perfect word choice, delicate and sincere. I just choked up with "And I wept with my heart.
All hard, but soft in the middle". What more can I say except "stunning"?! Justine



Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your kind comments :)
One of your best so far Mark, wobbly pearls, such imagery in those lines. Yes, soft but hard on the inside or sometimes the opposite is true. Great read my friend.

100 wobbly pearls

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and for the pearls :)
I like the contrast between life and your heart. It's really nice. I imagine aging to feel like one of those insecurities that one is in denial of having.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

I think at first it feels insecure, but the older we get the less insecure we are really. At some po.. read more
Blue Ivory

7 Years Ago

I guess I feel this way cuz I tend to be in denial of having any negative feelings about my physical.. read more
I do understand this poem. I see my Grandfather and father face in the mirror. Time is moving too quickly. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

thank you my friend for reading and commenting.

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