“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” Carl Sandburg


Monday, September 2, 2013

Still Glowing

               
 
 

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We thought we invented love-
sex wasn't crashing waves and rockets
till our epic romance.
We felt sorry for the old people
grey hair, wrinkled skin
settled in, settled for
old fogies, establishment,
who surely
never did
never would
love as we.
Never get old,
never get old,
we vowed...
but now
take a peek
the fire still glows.


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9 comments:

  1. HannahSeptember 3, 2013 at 3:45 PM

    This is so real...so often we think this way...you've captured it so well and so sweet, too, your ending. :)

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    1. Debi SwimSeptember 3, 2013 at 4:42 PM

      Thanks, Hannah. I'm old enough now to imagine the young kids looking at me that way - makes me chuckle.

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  2. Buddah MoskowitzJune 27, 2017 at 11:00 AM

    This 53 year old gives you a big thumbs up! I totally agree. Loved your poem.

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  3. Debi SwimJune 27, 2017 at 3:26 PM

    Thanks

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  4. R's RueOctober 30, 2019 at 12:28 PM

    Nice. Beautiful.

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  5. dsnake1September 28, 2020 at 8:46 AM

    Enjoyed the poem!
    once we were young too and thought we could live forever. we are fortunate to have grown old. :)

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  6. Anjum Wasim DarJuly 27, 2021 at 8:24 AM

    Stay young,love always,

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  7. rudraprayagaFebruary 28, 2022 at 9:45 PM

    True, what you said I experience, being a veteran.

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  8. Penelope NotesAugust 5, 2022 at 3:05 PM

    Well expressed. Your ending is exactly what I was told about getting old so long ago. :)

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