Entries to The Daily Poem Contest. |
The Day Near Ended Morning I always wanted to be older, the grey hair sprouting from the timeless mind, and wisdom pouring from my pen in accomplished ease, the years piling up in the corner to be picked over with a jaundiced eye, your gathered experience selecting and rejecting with expert insight, and practice allowing the words to flow upon the page. Evening And now you think me too far gone to remember? It’s short term memory I’m supposed to lose, not tales of long ago and dreams unbound, though you weren’t wrong and some facility belongs in these gnarled old fingers, this tired brain. You have your wish and I am older than imagination could have dreamed with all that signifies in painful mornings when the bones protest, and aches in places you never knew, some the mortgage for the things you did, still unpaid and interest mounting as the days grow short. Yet I’ll not blame you and I regret nothing, every day and every deed being fodder for reflection, and so I fill the hours with thoughts and tales, stories of the ages gone, with dreams of times to come, playing in God’s waiting room, closer, my God, to Thee, just as you wished. Line count: The Day Near Ended - 32 Morning - 15 Evening - 17 Free verse For The Daily Poem, 11.07.21 (Second Place) Prompt: INTROSPECTION IN TWO PARTS Write a 9-15 line poem to your older self from your younger self about the kind of person you did or didn't want to be when you grew up. THEN Write an 11-20 line poem response from your older self to your younger self about the challenges you faced that shaped who you are today. Did you meet your younger self's expectations? |