Category Archives: Aging

Flexibility

Subscribing, I have recently annexeda catalog of resources to useto slow decrepitude. Without pretextI’m exercising ligaments and thewsbefore another effort, till I’m flexedby gentle pose and stretch. I don’t abusethe corpus like I did so many years.This resolution’s working, it … Continue reading →

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Stretch

Compression is the symptom as I age –a tendency in body and in mind.There’s condensation in the way I gaugesurroundings, and the spacing in my spine.I’m shrinking daily, sleeping shorter, kindof like a turtle in my skin and neck.Combating this, … Continue reading →

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New Beginning?

It’s not too late to make a new beginning,although the year commenced a month ago,and dawn is past, and I am old, I know.I have no goals for trophies – I’m for winninga little better health: a way to slowthe … Continue reading →

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Ordinary Dreams

They may be the effect of stuttered sleep.Deleting cannabis could be a cause.But I am dreaming nightly, and I keepthe memory of many scenes. I pausein rise to consciousness, from nothing deep –I surface from a shallow pool. No clawsor … Continue reading →

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It’s Mostly Not

It’s mostly not an age-related ill.She’s ancient but her memory’s not shot.Her hatred’s from no side-effect or pill.It’s mostly not. If you remember vigor, you forgotshe tapped it from a fountain of ill-will.She never laughed. She didn’t hug a lot. … Continue reading →

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Peeve (Subjective I)

The older I become, the more I hatebehavior impolite or words that tryto rile. I have learned to modulatethe older I. I never went for any sort of lie.There’s murk and chaos in dishonest state.Exaggeration makes me question why. But … Continue reading →

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The Present

I future-focused when I was a kid.I didn’t prosper in the here-and-nowin college in the 60’s, when we bidfarewell to past and future, trying howfor better presents – change that would allowa shot to every group our culture missed.(We mostly … Continue reading →

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Poor Baby

On Tuesdays I commute, to lend a handwith work I’ve done for half a century.My brain’s still functional – I understandthe guts of a consulting industry.But he whom I support has got to beat home in isolation (Covid’s way).So I … Continue reading →

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Sleepy Bear

I seldom take much time to fall asleep.I slumber lightly but I drift off fast.Last night, although I had no woes to keepme conscious, no anxieties amassed,I didn’t welcome Morpheus. At last,from 2 a.m. to 7, I went wheremy dreams … Continue reading →

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Amnesiphilia

My thoughts of yesterday, about last year,I shared with whom I call my closest friend.For half a century, she’s been the peerI talk to most. And sometimes we contend,but mostly we agree and don’t offend.She countered she’s so much in … Continue reading →

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