Thoughts in light

She has written herself off

or so she says

watching youth inherit the mantle

she stares at her own flaccid chest

in unforgiving morning sun

and tries to convince herself to gently let go

light pouring in through the bay window

creating a halo effect in surround

she is bathed in unexpected warmth

her pores absorbing hungrily

that urging intensity, a happy blindness

as if the world paused in its toil

to tap her on the shoulder and whisper

it’s not near over yet girl

go out, gather your arms full

live

live

live!

19 thoughts on “Thoughts in light

  1. Painstakingly woven craft. The photo does justice to the intriguing imagery and the poem works a wonderful linguistic treat. ❤

  2. I think of a verse from September Song;

    “Oh, it’s a long, long time from May to December
    But the days grow short when you reach September
    When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
    One hasn’t got time for the waiting game” [Songwriters: Anderson Maxwell / Weill Kurt]

  3. I love that you thrust the word “flaccid” out there, which is so often associated with male deficiency. I’m glad to read this carpe diem today; it has been a miserable one for me and I needed a reminder to rise above! Bisous ♡

  4. I feel every. single. word. in this lovely piece. It’s as if you have delved into my heart and mind and painted my thoughts. Thank you for sharing.

  5. ha ha ha you ALWAYS say the most provoking things that make me want to have a 3 hour conversation with you afterward! If either of us had the energy, right? I’m glad I could do this for you today as I know how some days that is all we have to get through to the next. Wishing only good things your way my talented, talented, talented bright light friend.

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