Aging

          Aging

 

    In these eyes hands will forever regale

To me, love and labor those moments time fled

And bleed onto God's delightful landscape

When hands took away -- the fear that devoured fear

Beneath my father's trees, where I stood fighting

For dreams. I remember standing and wondering,

Of these hands -- hoping that they would take me far

Beyond the spaces I currently occupied. And if,

They believed in me, youth and if so how, and

Why? I wondered what they saw there. Or could it

Be that gaping hands -- fooled them, as they did me?

Yet hands, these hands, I'll put their touch against

That of blood and recall the dead of promises, and

That of blood and recall the dead of promises, and

Embrace the grip that helped me up and forgive

Those that inspired me to fail. Thus, I can in failure

see clearly, and shed that adolescence language,

Thoughts of dying prematurely and age well--

And live? Because of hands perhaps? That, Is?

Reviews

[Julie Marie Totsch]

Did you mean to repeat the line: That of blood and recall the dead of promises, and? Because I don't understand the repetition. I love the lines "Embrace the grip that helped me up and forgive Those that inspired me to fail." inspired me to fail, not held me down or tripped me up. Inspired me to fail just seems so much more, what's the word, touching? True? How do we succeed when someone or something inspires failure. I really love that. And, Embrace the grip that helped me up. There is a trueness in there, because someone can push you to succeed and they can help you up, but to stay up, someone has to have you in their grip, holding on tight to prevent you from slipping down and away. I love this visualization that line gives. And, fighting for dreams. Amazing line. Dreams are so fleeting, so restless that you do have to fight to keep them, fight to keep them in your sights and a part of your being.

[D S Rollins]

I can feel the emotion of aging. It's like, fear mixed with disbelief, but not fighting to age..
Nicely written.