elsewhere in the head
the mellowness switch left in the' on ' position
i had some dreams
they were clouds in my coffee
they disappeared long ago
i had not envisaged
a thickening of the waist line
the greying of the temples
the shock of the mirror
the groan in the stiffness
of the first morning steps
now
having thrown the bathroom scales
out of the window
it's just floating mounds of vanilla ice cream
on sweet hot coffee
and its not even christmas
I like the image of dreams as clouds....& also 'floating mounds of vanilla ice cream' :)
ReplyDeleteLet's make those holy days everyday!
ReplyDeleteYay!!! We must not just accept our aging, but love it. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteI am right there with you Rall. I can especially relate to the middle stanza.
ReplyDelete1. Accept who you are.
ReplyDelete2. Eat what you fancy.
3. You have deserved it.
i had some dreams
ReplyDeletethey were clouds in my coffee
I like that image but, I really smiled at throwing the scale out the window.
Love the idea of clouds in the coffee and laughed at throwing the bathroom scale out of the window Good on you
ReplyDeleteOh, the miracles, that tasty miracles! we discover when we choose to delight on what matters without focusing too hard on what doesn't. What a treat, you've crafted for us. I love the way this poem progress--realistically, healthily, deliciously.
ReplyDeleteThat cup of coffee is so welcoming!!
ReplyDeleteI too am greying and thickening at the waist. Nothing wrong with aging. I enjoyed reading this one.
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