Category Archives: Aging

Blanket Yoga

It felt so fine I didn’t mind at allthe effort spent to nurture knee and spine,which took to twinging after that near-fall.It felt so fine. I lavished 40 minutes to entwinemy arms in hug and let my sinews sprawl.My breathing … Continue reading

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A Sinister Report

The left knee says it needs a rest at least,complaining constantly the last 3 days.It’s often tentative, but pain’s increasedof late – if fortunate, it’s just a phaseto be repaired by time and lazy ways.The middle toe I stubbed is … Continue reading

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Skidding

I skidded on the wood outside my doorthat forms a boardwalk to the entry gate.Each winter, rain makes stepping there unsure –plant-slick and weathered. I offset my weightavoiding falling, swerving twice. My fateis to now to wait for what that … Continue reading

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Online Challenges

I dislike clutter, and I’m organized.It’s rarely that I misplace any stuff.So I was rattled searching and surprisedto ransack for an hour. Not enough,I then found seeking online data tough,addressing questions from my CPA.I breathed to calm my tendency to … Continue reading

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Misplacement

I wrote a little stanza yesterdayand meant to type it up today, but foundI couldn’t find it in the small arrayof iPad, phone and mail. I looked aroundmy one room and at stuff I threw away,and wondered if my memory’s … Continue reading

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Expiration

Why are you friends? they queried recently.Responding we go back so many years,I said although we’re vastly different, wehave managed mutual respect. Some tearswe’ve shed in anger – we sustained a breachat least two times, but found a pathway back.And … Continue reading

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Holiday Talk

The kids view Xmas as a holidaythat’s less religious than it’s cultural.In fact they would ignore the creche display,church service, carol lyrics and the pulltoward gifting first exampled by three kings.We gave them history but they rebut –no miracles except … Continue reading

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Not Without My Coffee

Awakened in the cottage where I spendmost Friday nights, abruptly jarred alert,I read the warning on my phone, discernedthe time, and promptly heard another blurtof urgency, to move avoiding hurt,to where the family was massed inside.But I brewed coffee ere … Continue reading

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Commuting Downers

What purpose does an escalator fillthat’s going down? It contradicts the name.Do planners short on brains and long on willmistake a walker’s needs, and think the samedegree of aid is needed in descentas in a laden rise through gravity?Was it … Continue reading

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Kind Minds (A Rondine)

If we were kind, it’s seldom we would yell.We’d demonstrate the gentle in the mind,respecting how our lives have intertwined,refraining from a tendency to telleach other how to better. We’d compelbehavior matching what we wish to find.If we were kind. … Continue reading

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