there is tired
and there’s tired
and right now
I am feeling
every stinking sinking
ache and creak
and pain that sneaks
in older bones
like telephones are
calling all the joints and
things are screaming
this is seeming
like it should be
happening to someone
could be maybe older
temper smolders
I’m not that one
I’m not aging
I am raging and not going
with no fighting
let me tell you
I’ll work through it
I am staying and
I’m playing and some
singing
maybe dancing
there’s a party and
I’m hanging I’m not missing
one sweet second
if I have to then
it won’t be graceful
if I go
well then I know
that you will all start
doing fun stuff
so I’m calling
father time’s bluff
stick me up
in that back corner
I’ll be quiet
and just listen
write my stories
and my poems
just a scribble
maybe nibble on a snack
or maybe two
just let me stay
what do you say?
Written for Open Mic Night at dVerse
Love the flow and run-on nature of this poem. ๐
thanks Shawna – it was exactly how I was feeling at that moment ๐
smiles…nice…i really like hte telephone calling each joint…a fresh way of putting that.. i like…and then the turn to embracing life…really well done…
thank you Brian – sometimes I would like to take that phone off the hook!
so nice…love the pace and rhythm of this…flows effortlessly and brings the message to us…nice
thank you Claudia!
Dee ๐ so happy you linked up. I am sure you will love dVerse. Your poem is a vocal one, the type that you do so well. The voice gives life to the rhythm and exposes the poetic devices woven throughout. A pleasure to read and hear.
Beth
thanks Beth and thanks for sharing this site ๐
Gets exactly how I felt this morning… but now I feel better about it. Thanks!
whew – it had been one very long day! I really hope you didn’t feel this way in the morning!
Wow such great flow, that tired can be a pain, but at least it gave your some inspiration
charming imagery.
a lovely read.