The first shaky steps of a toddler.
The shy quiet walk of the child.
The stride of teenage angst.
The exuberant speed of college years.
The hesitant knock on the doors of work.
The confident stalk of skills learnt.
Then the world spins, changes, takes us with it.
Insecurity follows as opinions oppose.
Opposition grows as hatred flows.
Reason cries and hope dies.
Voices rise in protest.
Then we look in the mirror.
Grey faced, worried eyes.
A slow halting walk.
Age makes us.
It been a while since I posted here, life and creaky joints joined forces and I became absent minded. However I’ll endeavour to do a little better. I haven’t stopped writing but had posted on FB and Twitter. Have also been fortunate that SpillWords have published quite a few of my poems. It’s a lovely site with great writing and art from many talented folks. If you have a moment it’s well worth a wander there.
A tantalising scent,
salted and seasoned, sea breezed
like a wind blown wish.
I watch the stars shine
and know my place in the world.
Apart, yet a part.
Tiny stars sparkle in the window.
Candles lit for those we love and those we miss and those we are yet to meet.
Merry Christmas one and all.
A certain manner,
that turn of phrase, a wry look.
Again, i miss you.