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| Forest Walk (pixabay) |
Truly. The young ones grow up;
we elders pass like seasons;
every decade brings its own challenge,
and, at the end, a few memories
remain: the birth of our child,
a hike around a mountain lake
shimmering blue in the sun.
We did climb the heights at Macchu Picchu,
gasping for each breath,
sitting on stones,
contemplating ruins of stone
made in another time long before us.
What will I remember
when memory fails me?
Will we hold hands,
fully at peace?
Will the world, so full of chaos,
be at peace as well?
I am at once filled with doubt
and hope.
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| Morning Fog (Pixabay) |
Today is the last day for this challenge to write a poem each day for the month of October. You can still visit OctPoWriMo at http://www.octpowrimo.com/ to read what others have written and perhaps comment.
Thank you so much, Morgan Dragonwillow, Michelle Vecchitto, Esther Jones, and Maria L. Berg for hosting this month-long poetry challenge. You have given us all gifts of language and feeling -- poetry!
Lovely poem! I wish you peace, Beth.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I have enjoyed reading your poetry this month and hope you continue.
DeleteYou have a lovely soul Beth. Cheers and good luck...see you next year (God willing!)
ReplyDeleteI'm still following your blog -- and hope to read more throughout the year. After all, you're sharing insights about life down under. Who could resist?
Delete"We elders pass like seasons", a lovely image. Doubt and hope do go hand in hand.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by once again.Your poetry has been a pleasure to read this month.
DeleteSuch beautiful words. Here for the IWSG but was greeted with this lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I did post for IWSG but a little late. Did you know about OctPoWriMo, the month long challenge to write a poem a day?
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