Feeling Ancient This Morning
A poem about making it through the day.
She might not straighten
Bones’ pain deep
Muscles’ scream
Junctions inflamed
Mind; a space,
thoughts fill
to overload
Sigh, distract, heighten.
Desire for sweet
Balance with salt
Highways lined
Beats excite
Power jive
Clear radicals
Old molars crumble
Eyes blur
Spectacles
All is clear
Ancient but still here
Thanks for reading.
Delighted by the invite from Ravyne Hawke to join Martin Rushton’s amazing Never-Ending Poem.
Note: Feel free to post your poem on any publications that allow it, but please tag and link back to Martin’s original poem and to me. Many thanks.
Tagging ten fabulous poets to respond in any form of poetry they prefer if they fancy. Of course, please feel included even if I haven’t tagged you!
The prompt is space.
Terry Mansfield, R Tsambounieri Talarantas, Cristo Lopez, PhD, Breanna Lowman, Bridget Webber, James G Brennan, Racheli Miller, Ph.D., Tommy Ueland Stephen Dalton, Amna Fiaz
