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Greetings and Happy Account Anniversary! I love a good poem, and this is one that makes us pause and think. Much has been said over the years about how senility becomes a second childhood, and you have captured that idea and brought it down into a brief, neatly arranged and creatively colored free verse poem. Despite lacking rhyme, the balance and symmetry of the ideas contained within provides a great sense of structure and carries us through quite well, reflecting the cycle of life in a thoughtful way. So many items of yours I’ve fished out today are quite old. I marvel at your abilities from those early days. I love the balance of the old and young at the turning point of the imagination and the memory: it becomes quite poignant to realize that we all will head in that direction someday and will find ourselves in need of care from others. I may object to the use of the word “innocent” for old people; in my experience, which is mostly what I’ve read and heard about, being elderly and senile means a loss of inhibitions… but perhaps it comes down to the same thing because they don’t realize what they’re doing is considered taboo. Which is an interesting consideration. As a casual sort of poet myself, I view poetry as a highly subjective art form, which acts as a vehicle for us to pour our feelings or a creative narrative into in any way we like. I don’t pay much attention to rules of form, syllables and structure, though I probably should start honing my skills and taking those things more seriously. Take care, thanks for sharing and keep writing ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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