I especially like Musings on a summer afternoon. My own little yellow bird flutters and dies. I am in my mid 70s now, I think we’re about the same age, and I really don’t feel old. Don’t you find that writing keeps you young?
Yes, Fran, writing keeps me alive. And it's a treasure to be our age because of all the memories we can draw from and the perspective we've gained over the years. I'm still learning and honing that perspective as I stretch my writing muscles, reaching deep into the whys of a situation. I love reading your weekly observations of the world around you. I think the joy of being our age is that we slow down and really take time to see what's going on around us. All the silent dramas and comedies that others miss as they rush through their days ... as we once did, right?
Oh gosh, the second poem in particular - and the paragraph which precedes it - resonate with me oh-so-deeply right now! What a super read. Thank you. x
Beautiful lines. "...a slight autumn nip has bitten edges of leaves with a rusty curl. " and "...our work is done and ease begets our days. We nod and know we somehow did our part." Jeff's yellow leaves photo is a marvel. Look how those leaves top and bottom form a swirling tunnel. Wow! And, of course, one of the few perks about being our age, Sue: "There's no longer anyone a woman needs to impress." Thank God.
Thank you, Sharron. Your comments always give me a lift.
I thought it was just me who realized, at 60, that those sexist days were pretty much over. Then one of my friends reached her 60th and it was like turning on a light. She felt the same way.
I especially like Musings on a summer afternoon. My own little yellow bird flutters and dies. I am in my mid 70s now, I think we’re about the same age, and I really don’t feel old. Don’t you find that writing keeps you young?
Yes, Fran, writing keeps me alive. And it's a treasure to be our age because of all the memories we can draw from and the perspective we've gained over the years. I'm still learning and honing that perspective as I stretch my writing muscles, reaching deep into the whys of a situation. I love reading your weekly observations of the world around you. I think the joy of being our age is that we slow down and really take time to see what's going on around us. All the silent dramas and comedies that others miss as they rush through their days ... as we once did, right?
Oh gosh, the second poem in particular - and the paragraph which precedes it - resonate with me oh-so-deeply right now! What a super read. Thank you. x
Thank you. Poems have that brief capacity to cut right to the heart of the matter. And writing them can be so cathartic.
Beautiful lines. "...a slight autumn nip has bitten edges of leaves with a rusty curl. " and "...our work is done and ease begets our days. We nod and know we somehow did our part." Jeff's yellow leaves photo is a marvel. Look how those leaves top and bottom form a swirling tunnel. Wow! And, of course, one of the few perks about being our age, Sue: "There's no longer anyone a woman needs to impress." Thank God.
Thank you, Sharron. Your comments always give me a lift.
I thought it was just me who realized, at 60, that those sexist days were pretty much over. Then one of my friends reached her 60th and it was like turning on a light. She felt the same way.
They're lovely, Sue.