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Post by luvleerenee on Aug 16, 2023 22:24:11 GMT -5
All along was the aspiration, the desperation and hopeful mess, the ticking clocks of retired hopelessness
like waiting all day for the sun to set all the while missing out, your idle thoughts stretched long, along with likened shadows
like dabbling streaks of memories In dappled shades of wood catching fading rays and pretending it is enough
like pretending to paint when the colors have smeared and puddled, a muddled mess of grief and regret at your feet
wondering if somehow you can slyly sidestep the wreck step the steep steps back towards some semblance of feigning no malaise
all along was the aspiration to find your way back home
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Post by sasha on Aug 17, 2023 20:34:02 GMT -5
oh yeah - coping with the new order - finding your way back to a known checkpoint so you can proceed to the next - can't go forward as you are, only as you were - rings true
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Post by luvleerenee on Aug 18, 2023 8:16:12 GMT -5
Retirement was supposed to be different somehow ... maybe it is being stuck inside to much lately with so many rainy days. One can only cook so much 😉 Thanks for getting me!
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Post by sasha on Aug 19, 2023 5:54:08 GMT -5
Being housebound has, indeed, taken a toll. Retirement has largely agreed with me, though I'm surprised by how quickly I've since slammed into old age. But that feeling of desperation, of having lost my way, seemed to follow every breakup - the feeling that the only way forward was to first go back to whoever I was before I'd met her. Not sure if I ever did - probably not - even planetary orbits tend to be chaotic in multi-body systems - but how I wished I could.... how I tried... and this poem seems to echo that longing.....
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 23, 2023 15:37:12 GMT -5
luvleerenee, my retirement came early, born of necessity though so unnecessary. I felt this deep in my bones as the heat waves pass over and through me. Love this sensitive reflection on your days and where they take you, my friend. Your poetry sings to me and I feel every note.
John
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