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Tag: mid-life crisis

  • who knows?

    Goldfinch ravishing the sunflowers!  Too much yellow!

    Too loud; his song demanding…screeching:  Me! Me!

    Entertaining, but not subtle enough for beauty?  Maybe.

    Though there are truths he does parade; offering for a fee.

    Can beauty only be the delicate; truth only glaring?

    “The truth is ugly!” “You can’t handle the truth!”

    A curve of flesh, real, depicted or imagined can still

    Elicit bliss; the intuited joy of the incorruptible line.

    Gastrocnemius, Soleus, Iliotbial, Peroneus enfolded;

    The legs perfection of muscle, tendon, bone and skin.

    Middle-aged crisis guy entranced by a woman’s legs;

    Her elongated neck’s porcelain skin, shiver releasing.

    Does need dictate the beauty we see…becoming our truths?

    Truth might be beauty; perceived beauty our only truths.

  • My Fortieth Year…3:47 A.M.

    There were footsteps outside my door last night;

    loose gravel crunched, there was a catch in a gait.

    Something stood squinting in the darkness

    checking a number or matching a date.

    My heart ran rampant, throbbing, pumping dread;

    an emptying slash…..now a cavernous hollow.

    Opened now……anti-being knows my smell;

    when will it beckon for me to follow?

    I was actually 40 before I seriously considered and accepted the concept of mortality.  I awoke in the middle of the night with the most horrid feeling which haunted me for days.  This poem was an effort many, many years  ago to put words to it.  This feeling initiated the clichéd “mid-life crisis” which I quickly and completely recovered from…I’m now content, accepting and at ease.