Western Exposure
• 01/21/22 at 05:39PM •A Western exposure,
a setting Sun,
reflections off our windows,
bringing warmth to someone.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
A Western exposure,
a setting Sun,
reflections off our windows,
bringing warmth to someone.
My body aches,
shoulders and back.
Is it a disk problem
or my sacroiliac?
A hot shower helps,
as does CPD Creme,
which is a must,
for my aching hands,
both have arthritis.
"It's hell to get old"
I've heard many say,
but look at the alternative,
than have a good day.
A bend in your elbow,
a bend in the river,
a bending of the rule,
nothing like this,
for a doddering old fool.
I can't write,
meaningful words
as a mental healing,
is now in play.
There's no satisfaction,
when I attempt to
explain my feelings,
day after day.
All the water, in the Sea,
along the coastal plain,
with odors of life now past,
rise from the Ocean floor,
softened with Winter rain.
Long were the days and nights,
as wind sang it's sweet sounds.
Walk the dunes with shortened stride,
sandy beach, smooth and slack,
resurfaced by an incoming tide.
A Lonesome Pine,
a single tree,
a sad respite,
do not pity me.
A smattering of light
spreading across floor and stair,
as if water had spilled, everywhere.
It was in early evening
in the nights, crisp air,
when I dreamt of you
and you were there.
My mind has gone stale.
New ideas do not appear.
I'm locked in a mental jail.
No thoughts, it's just the fear,
of the virus, hot on our trail.
I will take a break
from this writing weakness.
It's been a good ride
but I am mentally drained.
I apologize in advance
taking a break.
MFish
They say a break is as good as a rest, and we all can use a break now and then… I hope your break will be good for you and that it will help you to recharge. Thank you for sharing all your wonderful writings - I feel privileged to enjoy reading them. I look forward to seeing what your next chapter brings, be it poetry, art or just staying connected. ❤️❤️
I need to return to the Sea.
To a place, on the Oregon Coast.
A small Inn, close to the beach.
Hearing Gulls cry, smell the salt air.
Walking the beach on warm sand,
down near the water, icy cold.
Take into my senses, sights odors and sound,
relaxing for the moment, on blanket covered sand.
while reflecting upon the loneliest time,
about a life of memories of mine.
Bask in the Sun, enjoying the day,
watching the tide start ebbing away.
Golden the flowers,
kissed by the Sun,
providing Spring beauty,
to all, to everyone.
Daffodils, Hyacinth and Tulips,
will soon be in bloom,
when the weather warms
Long was the river,
down from the hills.
A grand old river
of yellow Daffodils/
My love grew stronger
with every passing day,
until the disease Dementia,
stole her mind away.
The love we had
over these 64 years,
vanished from her mind,
amidst all my fears.
How can it be
a life lived and well done,
when it's your memory
becomes the only one.
Yet, she will say,
"I love you"
every waking day,
until it's tomorrow,
it's all gone away.