by vivachange77
Once I flew on shiny wings of steel
Wings that bore me far away
To continents and countries new
To places where my heart was intertwined
With people and a life I learned to treasure dear.
Today I fold those steely wings and rest
My tired body bids farewell to travel days
Gently lifting new wings bear me home
To see beauty in the life that welcomes me
And joy in my beloved family.
Spring came the week I was away
Green leaves and flowers everywhere
Sound of birdsong in the early morn
Mind and my imagining are free to roam
Precious new wings expand my universe.
Aging Coming Home Poetry
by vivachange77
White plume of airplane
Rising high in a blue sky
Great day to travel
I have known such days
Packed with joyful adventure
Cup filled to the brim
Now I sip coffee
Watching flights from my window
Filled with gratitude
Aging Coffee Gratitude Haiku View from my window
by vivachange77
The ocean was quietly rolling
Wonderful day at the beach
Memory of past times beguiling
I walked straight into the surf
Confidant I could still do it
I waded still further out
Wave one and wave two I maneuvered
Wave three was a total rout
I landed flat backwards and splashing
Legs waving high in the air
My son saw me flailing, gave me a hand
Eventually I was upright
I cannot describe my sadness
To face up to this simple loss
I’ve played in the water since childhood
Now I am like a beached whale.
Aging Loss and letting go Poetry Summer
by vivachange77
Optimist in me
Battling aging’s hard knocks
Cock-eyed after all
Aging Haiku
by vivachange77
Warm sun-dappled leaves
Wind-rippled set to dancing
Pale lazy blue sky
Seasonal setting
Telling tale going nowhere
I long to be young
Aging Haiku Oak tree out my window Time
by vivachange77
Arduous rehab
Sparring partner for life force.
Belle won and came home.
Foreboding thoughts turned to smiles
Shuffle, play cards for this day
HTTP://colleenchesebro.com/2017/03/01/cookie-crumb-lips-a tanka/
Aging Poetry Rehab
by vivachange77
Friend left ICU
We arrived to play word games
Hospital or no.
Underneath unspoken words
When will I go through this door?
With thanks to Colleen Chesebro for inspiration
Aging
