silhouette seen in just the right light

silhouette seen in just the right light

 

 

 

arthritic brain,

the fingers move tenuously

slowly

over keys that are blurred

 

poetry is in the iris

of the heart

 

bound thoughts

squeeze out 

one more movement

 

glasses lie by the typewriter

smudged lenses

from the last tears

shed onto the page.

Reviews

[JE Falcon]

Well, no wonder(?) Are you still using the Emmerson? LOL --- A well-written, smooth-flowing poem with a tad of sorrow. Well done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Underwood...ha ha.
thanks, JE,
j.

[Relic]

Getting older isn't fair. The heart is still in it, but the body doesn't respond the way it used to. I get pain in my eyes and they water more often now. Then I start thinking about what my father went through.

Will I be the same? I'm sure a lot of other people think along those same lines. Thicker glasses, more pains, indecision...that's the way it goes, I guess.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, it was so hard to see my dad break down.
thank you, Relic,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Old age sucks. Slows everything down. Made me think of constipated writing. This one made me smile J, in an understanding way :)

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Chris....I appreciate you,
j.

[Cherrie]

Getting old is like falling off a log(Only to find you can't get back up).

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and I don't have Medical alert as a poet..damn.
thank you, Cherrie,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Ah, the ever present pestilence of age ... the brain seems to slow (got it) ... arthritic fingers don't function as they should (got it) ... and the one thing I dislike the most, smudged glasses. Poor eyesight has been a burden since I was 12. Hard to even see those "silhouettes on the shade"

A very good description of the aging process j.

Take care.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding review, Ted,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Your thoughts are as sharp as a pencil and you could still run a marathon of words no matter how tired the word factory.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew,
j.

[Writergurl]

my brain feels that way off and on, this is wonderful

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, writergrul,
j.

[M. J. Smith]

Hmm... Kinda like a transformer. More than meets the eye. Makes me think of beat poetry. Abstract, initially senseless, takes a minute to percolate. Mind you, I am just a half educated hillbilly

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, M.J.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Iris gather in bunches to mourn the passing of the Evening Star… as the Morning breaks with lavender Sunlight and we feel the warmth of your Poetry… although Sad we know we have done our Best … we will be Blue as the Morning dew as Clouds bring a 🌈 Rainbow. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your replies are so poetic, thank you, Pat,
j.

[Patricia]

I love this, it emotes! I don’t cry anymore, never saw that coming, nonetheless I am moved by this piece

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't cry at real life anymore...just movies.
thank you, Patricia,
j.