New for old

Beyond the scent of first being

lies the dreamers journey, 

cobbled streets of imagination, 

where youth rises, celebrating 

the passing of innocence and

building mountains of desire.

It is like the unfolding of a flower,

only briefly gifted, but as the child,

so beautiful in its simplicity; 
knowing it only has to be,

has no burden to carry, 
save to be cherished.

             

                        ~            

There is an interlude then,

a relentless slip of time, 

often mistaken for the moment 

'twixt seventeen and seventy;

a bargain struck without hindsight

and sealed with a monthly paycheck.   

They are the years of brick upon brick

the uncertainty of crossroads,

captures on camera, bedtime kisses,

of laughter, breeding, salted tears,

the leaving of love, of forgiving,

one moment seen, but never to be again.

 And then, in the air, there is rain, 

silver teardrops of memory

that fall in metronomic cadence;

as the old, unfettered by the past, 

become ghosts, still dreaming, as 

the newborn child becomes the man.  

Reviews

[Beccy]

My son is soon to turn twelve. Still so very young, but already I can see the flexing of his wings, the subtle change of mannerisms as the child seeks to become the man.

Those mistakes you mention are inevitable CD; and we can only trust we will be there to soften the landing.

Beccy.

[Ken Simm.]

A Mother speaks. So much that is bittersweet in this. Happy, proud and sad. A difficult feat. But the so is Motherhood.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you wrote me here...almost seventy, still feeling like seventeen in so many ways...but there has been life, for sure...and i have lived it, brick upon brick with much uncertainty...but certain i am now....that in older age comes more wisdom and understanding of self.
'really good, insightful write.
j.

[Mrudula Rani]

The journey from new to old. It seems fresh every morning and forever every night. But as you see the disappearing kin you know there is an end approaching from behind. The best we can do is enjoy every bit while it lasts. Lovely writing .

[Chris Shaw]

Fabulous write. Very poetic lines and your first stanza gets off to a cracking start. You took me on a journey through life in the most poetic way. Thank you for that Beccy.

[Neville]

A splendid write and more than adequately capturing those lacquered moments one upon the other through those seemingly many but nevertheless swiftly passing years......and in this respect.. your New for Old has got the lot........ Expect your little man is growing up eh' ....All Good Things, Neville