by vivachange77
I never guessed to find
At my age the Youthful Fountain
In a “Life Long Learning” class
Our program is to study
The art of Michelangelo
Freeing life from marble
We began like kindergarteners
With expectant faces seated
Around two tables set up end-to-end
Newsprint was spread before us
And then we all were given
A block of soap and tiny knife
Our instruction was to carve
Whatever we desired
Like Michelangelo, oh dear!
The last assignment and the best
Round the table as we sculpted
We told something of ourselves
I could do without the learning
And spend our class-time weekly
Carving soap and telling stories
Art Just for Fun Poetry Riches of Aging Telling Stories
by vivachange77
Clear darkness of the sky
Last night a quarter moon
Summer creatures sing a serenade
At dawn a fog rolls in
Only light the yellow beam
Shining from the hardware store
Blue water of the swimming pool
Now obscured for winter months
By tarpaulin just as blue
I welcome the change
Summer a hard and anxious time
Fear for health of son’s beloved wife
With now the worst behind
As a family they move on
Life reshaped but ever closer drawn
I return to simpler ways
Where poetry lives in daily life
And remains my nourishment
Being Family Changing seasons Dawn Sky Evening sky Poetry View from my window Writing life
by vivachange77
To look at my present as possible past
Daunting endeavor, confusing at best
Then Aha! moment furnished direction
Live in the now! where else?
Standing in line at a ballyhooed art show
On my feet two hours at least
Energized by engagement I realized
My cane and I can go miles before rest
A present rich with much possibility
Brand new exploration if I open my eyes
Reach for new challenges from creative grab bag
Open doors not extensions of past
With curiosity checked-out travel offerings
Searching for something I had missed before
Discovered adventures focused on interests
Not only the aging seek learning in classrooms
And so next September I head for New Hampshire
To learn and to listen to sizzling Cool Jazz
Taking first step toward reimagination
Living into new perspectives on life
Becoming Myself Change New beginnings Poetry Transition Travel
by vivachange77
When first I began posting crone chronicles
Enriched by Word Press 101 prompts
I sat at my computer catching ready-made stories
Tumbling from a lifetime of rich memories
Lovely to go back and re-member the past
Seems as if now life around me is changing
Much new is good, much more terrifying
Past seems an irrelevant line drawn in the sand
The who I was then needs refurbishment
What I live and write now creates past for my future
Change Making memories Poetry Time Writing life
by vivachange77
Got up this morning
Blissfully blank calendar
By day’s end brim full
Haiku Late Summer Day Time's Passage
by vivachange77
Geese honk overhead
Acorns ping metal tables
Autumn strikes up band
Autumn Haiku Oak trees and acorns Patio Beneath My Window
by vivachange77
Some people live
With family or roommates
And/or their beloved pets
Some live alone
With or without pets
I live with house plants
The seven that accompanied
My move to Cleveland
Now number nineteen
A few died of old age
Some multiplied themselves
Forming new generations
Plants are good company
Let me know of their needs
For water and sunlight
Then respond to my nurture
I love their quietness
Their elegant beauty
Good roommates House plants My home Poetry
by vivachange77
Sometimes poetry seems to defy
Difficult moments of everyday life
Times can be raw and hard to express
Days I keep things close to my chest
Daughter-in-law tomorrow set to begin
Long months of chemo to battle breast cancer
Son and grandchildren holding up well
Support from neighbors a loving bulwark
Family draws close at tenuous time
Grateful for many who help share the load
Love, prayer and food provide nourishment
Hope for the future sustains us all
Being Family Good Neighbors Hope Poetry Prayer
by vivachange77
A little boy, five years old
Part of church on Sunday morning
In the circling of people
Passing peace to one another
Dutifully but unconcerned
He puts up with us
Today like other Sundays
He accompanied his mother
Sitting quietly in a pew
However unlike other Sundays
Prayers were offered for his father
And recovery from a stroke
In the passing of the peace
I offered sympathy and hope
To the mother and her son
He smiled and reached out for my hand
As if to say he always knew
That love was passed with peace
A Gift Beyond Measure Peace Poetry Prayer Smiles of Children
by vivachange77
Nourishment in many forms
Stories appear that please my soul
Kindness offered without charge
At my local grocery store
Monday specials called to me
I headed out with handy walker
Whose compartment’s storage space
Has room for Lean Cuisine
Six-box limit I well know
And how to pack groceries myself
I skillfully rearrange my food
After checking out
The bagger that day newly hired
Packing while I paid my bill
Had ideas of his own
Of just how things should go
When I stopped to do my thing
Repacking groceries properly
I saw amazed his handiwork
Surely had done the job for me
It was too late to go back
To thank this wonderful young man
I hope he felt the joy I found
Exchanged in his creative gift
Gratitude Poetry Soul food
