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           Joy When Older


   Though still a flush of inner smile,
   remembrance of the future
   not quite like it used to be:
   undesired. Spontaneous change now
   and uninspired by unexpected
   beauty, fun or insight, even love,
   mostly, now, just because
   we saw a butterfly and weren’t blind,
   could hear the distant thunder or a dove,
   felt the wind on our face and all day long
   nobody died.




Copyright 2008 - HARDWOOD-77 Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald

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Funny how things tend to drift downstream and out of sight around the bend. Sometimes you've just got to get the old paddle out and fight the current. emoticon
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The poem took me a couple of reads in order to appreciate. Not the poem's fault, but mine. I wasn't approaching it correctly, looking to fit it to my own expectations of what a poem should be. I think I get it now.

While it is a slight poem and could easily fall down on its face, where it takes its reader I think is what matters, which is back to what really matters.

Tere
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I posted this poem in response to the post by Pat Jones in Field Notes on 2/3/09:

 “I think I am doing okay and then suddenly I am weeping. I do think after forty that is how it will always be. We lose some we love too early, we lose others later...we mourn them all. And then we begin to realize we are the older generation now, will not live forever even though we don't feel that old. But we read the obituaries, notice when someone was born in our own birth year or even later...loss and aging is not an easy road to accept...”

I thought it might help her, and Dragon, to feel better knowing that they aren't the only ones.

Gary

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I like this Gary. The ending made me smile.
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Thanks.
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66 and going on nine years out on a heart transplant. I know where my future lies.

This poem points that out very well. My first hope is that I outlive my 85 year old mother. Sure as !@#$ do not wish to do that to her.

My next one is this, that as long as I am alive, I can write.

And the one good thing being that I still LIKES the ladies.

Good job GBF.

berto

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Hi Gary!

This is the whole poem for me:


mostly, now, just because
   we saw a butterfly and weren’t blind,
   could hear the distant thunder or a dove,
   felt the wind on our face and all day long
   nobody died.

This is more powerful than the poem as a whole. A case is less is more. The lines above this passage are abstract; I can't see anything but mist until I get to the lines I've chosen here, which are the more intriguing for starting in medeas res.

Diana

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Thanks, Diana.
And good to 'see' you again.

Gary
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Thanks Gary, it's nice to be here.

I've been out of action due to an auto accident these past few weeks but hope to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed any day now!

Getting back to the poem, though, I hope you will consider starting it somewhere in the middle. It's more startling that way.

I see an error in my post upthread. I meant it's "a case of less is more."

Best,

Diana

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