PROMPT #265 – YOUNG AT HEART
You’ve heard it said of someone, “They have an old soul, but are young at heart!” That’s something we all try to keep within us. So today, we will not act our age, no matter what that age might be. We’ve poured from the fountain of youth, keeping things fresh.
Fill one the blanks and use that as your title of the poem. Then as always, write that poem!
You can write both if you feel the urge!
Some days seem the longest long longer than a run-on sentence that fills her space with no breaks to grab a breath or bite or blink of rest and yes she’s blessed but stressed and pressed where tiny pupils move left to right left to right no end in sight no time to quench her appetite for slumber in what’s left of night just left to right left to right left to write what’s left to write …
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
(I do believe too many young moms in our midst feel just like this. 😦 )
WALT SHOWS HIS AGE:
OH, VERY YOUNG (FADED BLUE)
Your youth is fleeting;
in a rapid retreat
to the rear as years
pass. All class has evaded,
you live a jaded existence.
There is a resistance to do
anything to tip the apple cart;
the art to which you aspire
has lost its fire in your mind.
You find that your words are old,
having been written over time and again.
Your mood ages with your worn and tired muse,
you refuse to listen to reason,
your words have committed treason and
your heart is feeling rather empty and old.
You’re not really cold,
but your fingers are blue,
and so are you.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019