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Friday, August 31, 2007

Retrospective Word Offering

Forty In Retrospect

familiar skin and bones
keep slipping
in and out
of comfortable

words come and words go
some just get
gnaw from the inside out
trying to break free
of should and must

even strong colours fade
like dying stars
the dancing stops
for all in time
and we remember
how it used to be
blue notes and sunshine

students of love and life
gave up on easy
reschooled and retooled
to fit a new groove
grabbing life by the horns
they ride

© B.Y. Penman 2007 - All rights reserved.


Micki said...

Forty in retrospect is expressed so well. A very moving poem. Thank You!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Happy riding! :)