For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #27
light, dark, gone, fragments, leaves, eye,
theft, erotic, dream, change, watch, clock
For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #219
one, call, wind, share, nexus, left,
press, flush, threats, list, swear, tender
For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #272
Clock of age threatens the nexus between
light and darkness. Watching it slowly
change share of time until just fragments
remain, a capricious wind at twilight.
Tender moments press hard against past,
take on dream-like flush and are gone,
leaving behind a list of maybes that call
to the heart while ears and eyes grow dim.
Once heard that aging could be somewhat
erotic, filled with adventure and mystery.
Would swear that kind of belief is left only
to one who learned it young, and never forgot it.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/4/15
Notes: For whatever reason, the two word lists made me think of the aging process. Had no idea how that would work until the first line started humming in my head. The rest was a matter of following the words, letting them show me where they belonged. Have often thought that whoever coined the phrase “golden years” was at best only middle-aged and had yet to encounter the “degeneration” and increasing fragility involved in growing old.
Image is a very small pen and ink drawing done on canvas.