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  • Rumination for lunar glide

    The body withers
    Like a dry stalk in search of rain
    In a cloudless sky

    Moments of past pleasure
    Play out
    Like a silent movie festival

    A litany of past sins
    And wrongdoings linger
    In late afternoon light

    You reach out to try
    To touch
    Like a blind man would

    What has been lost
    Perhaps the antiquarian smell
    Of old books

  • #2
    Tanner!

    What a vivid elucidation of the trials of age!

    Master poet!

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    • #3
      Hi Tanner, great reflection. I like the dryness you associate with aging...dry stalk, old books, contrasted with the vividness of a silent movie festival and a blind man’s hands.

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      • #4
        If only we could stop the aging process - this hits hard - very well done Tanner.

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