Tag Archives: Aging

Detox

All senses of detox most people knowinvolve the matters eaten, drunk or shot(perhaps inhaled). But somehow I forgotwhat interrupts a beneficial flowof vital energy becomes a foeto health that can impede, constrict, or blotall senses. I think I stalled upon … Continue reading

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The Old Crowd

The problem with retirement communitiesis they resemble ghettos for the old.The residents exhibit scant diversities,and even if the food’s okay, what’s toldat table are minutia of infirmities,adventures shrunk to where the wheelchair rolled,the ambulance of no return, the eulogies,prescription lists … Continue reading

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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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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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