I don’t know if i have asked this question here: is writing limited to a certain age? Tell me what you think on the prompt today.
Life has A way Of letting You hold On or Let go Of things You can No longer do I’ve recently Started writing And I’m older Than a some But younger than A few Is it the years You live Or the life You’ve known That makes You a writer Who knows Age is a number You can Write at 10 or a 102 I hope i’m Around at that Age to write About all of you ❤️ Namaste
You have asked a question I’d love to answer but I don’t have the answer…😊 How is your daughter?
I am waiting here for her to be released ! She gets to come home for two weeks-then she’ll have to go back in the hospital every 21 days for five days for chemotherapy for 6 months! 😢It’s going to be a long hard winter through Covid Thank you for asking🤗❤️ I wrote my poem in like two minutes why I was starting at her 🤷♀️
It’s nice and lovely what you do…I’m sure your daughter is very proud to have a mother like you. Thanks for posting your poem today. I’m grateful you did.
I didn’t think i’ve have time to. But the wheels of hospital release run slow. I wish it was a better poem but like i said i wrote it in 2 minutes 🤷♀️ I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she beats cancer ! Your prayers help Abuh- you are a great friend- thank you 🙏
Amen to that…About your poem…it is perfect. was surprised when i refreshed this page and saw your poem…it is perfect Reenie
Body aging Time passes away As I sit here With my thoughts Of each gone yesterday Memories evoke artful feelings I’ve so very much to say So I write them down For generations That shall come after me when my Breath is no longer In poems my voice Will forever stay
One thing is certain about this poem. It captures the necessity of passing on art to generations. I love every bit of it
Thank you, friend!
Truly versed with loveliness 💫💛
I agree with you…
Of ages that have found us thru paths of light and art holding us dear never letting them go.
How do we find thoughts those days we played sandboxing our minds so happy to be alive.
Evening reflection beckons infusing our memories wild shores of love such waves still take us back.
I thought I had seen it all…this is lit. Thanks for sharing it.
👏👏👏👏👏 bravo maestro!
Is this Seychelles?
Where I live… Half Moon Bay…
wow…it is beautiful.
#dailywisdomwords #dwwpp @Abuh Monday Eneojo
The age of art A poet as their poetry Knowing the connection is the art Knowing the connection between song and poetry Knowing the desire and passion Let the lyrics of words flow Use your observations Use your five senses Use your emotion
POEM BY KARL WOMACK
That to which the mind yields to is genteel to feel in rhymes when love binds to dissolve in a smile whether placidly we cry to bleeding moments irrelevant with age scarlet passion flows wishes never gets old we write with rage in sentences we infuse our mercurial moods.
All I can do is smile at this point. You know what…all the lines in this poem is beautiful but one is captivating. I guess you already know the line I’m talking about..😊 Lovely poem Mich! You, CRG and Verde deserve an award…
Mingle n follow our passions flow aged in sweetness n style like good wines our moods are entwined with lovely vines.
We muse upon the dark n light of seasonal tones harnessing fanciful hues we are ridiculously cool.
Spit it out Mich! I’m not going to stop you…
Michelle – my fave lines are “ Irrelevant with Scarlett passion close wishes never get old.” You so rocked this 🤗❤️
To age is to be a work of art each line & wrinkle a story caught in skin folds remembered births and dried placentas. Busted knees and kisses on booboos weddings and funerals remembering things ain’t what we used to A new era posted on social media no more Sunday dinners full of laughter, now it’s emojis can barely see in the corner would love to know my family but screen is all I get to age is to be a work of art but on this box I can’t see shit. -Ad (CRG)
Touchingly brings smiles..lovely🤗😍
Can we sing this…like give it a tune and sing it? Cos I feel it is a lyrical poem. Love the refrain ‘To age is to be a work of art’ How did you come up with it. I love it
NO AGE TO THIS ART
Dad said he knew the art well enough to ring it like a bell until i heard its beauty and see its fealty.
His vein had the stench of age It didn’t for a day take like a sage, reason, from minds yet virgin so as not to leave a great margin
in a mind reeking with space. My thoughts feigned a why as he spoke poetry with peace leaving me in a dazzling sigh.
Wonderfully rendered abuh..soo beautiful 💓
Thanks my friend. I learn from you everyday… Thank you sensei