funny, isn’t it?
how the older you get, the younger you are,
treading a higher path with a lighter step ~
not that others can see it, can see past the
wrinkle-etched face to the heart of the matter,
to fathom how shattered hopes grew into wild daisies
or how the shadows that haunted the wind disappeared
© 2017, poem, Jamie Dedes, Photo credit ~ Sukanto Debnath via Wikipedia under CC A 2.0 Generic license
The recommended read for this week is Poems That Make Grown Men Cry: 100 Men on the Words That Move Them compiled by the father and son team, Anthony Holden and Ben Holden. I have to thank my good friend Linda F. for this recommendation. A moving book and a unique perspective. This is a poetry anthology in which 100 men from diverse backgrounds share the poems that they can’t read without being moved to tears and they tell us why. The poems and poets featured span the centuries and the world. Definitely worthy of our time.
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Love this Jamie! Can’t quite say I am there yet..at least not all the time. Some days I feel just like this and others..not so much. But I do hope I am getting there a little at a time. Nearly two years now since surgery and patience is not my forte.
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Well, I think things are often up and down, but more and more up as time goes on.
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I totally agree with your poem! Well said!
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Thanks, Linda! See you next week.
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I have heard that in at least one Eastern culture people of a certain age are given a blanket for their second childhood. 🙂 PS–did you get my e-mail? Any reply you gave has gone to where the woodbine twineth.
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Haven’t had a chance to check email. Will do so sometime today. Thanks, Clay! I like the idea of a second blanket. Perfect.
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This is a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing! In a world obsessed with youth and staying young, your words are quite refreshing.
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I hadn’t thought about that, Robin! Thanks for the reminder. Yes, too much youth culture. I agree.
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Jamie, I seem to have gotten to that place, through aging and disability, where I am increasingly invisible. Having spent much of the past two weeks being ill, I am much more aware of isolation and erasure. I am sure you know both well.
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Yes! Invisibility is the downside of aging – the darkside – and isolation is part of the package, especially with disease and disability … for the most part people just don’t understand the implications of chronic, castasrophic illness. Gray hair alone is enough to make one begin to disappear. I do know what you are talking about, Michael. My heart and prayers are with you. I have much gratitude for you and for the gifts of wisdom that you so naturally and generously share with all of us. You are valued, cherished. Blessings and love from your long-distance friend. xo
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This touched and brightened my heart, Jamie. It is a childness that is hard to explain because it only comes from maturity.
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Yes! There are so many hidden – unexpected, unpredicted – surprises/awards. Happy day, Pat.
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“shattered hopes grew into wild daisies…” I get that. I must have arrived at old some time. 🙂
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Old is the new young! xo
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funny, isn’t it?
How such ordinary words,
Put together by a sensitive heart
And a mind with an inner vision,
Can become such a beautiful Poem…
Thank you for it!
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Thank you, Bhaga … and for your poem, Thak you!
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yes, beautiful and true –
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Just beautiful – both words and image 🙂
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Thank you, Clare! I love that photo. 🙂
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