Again, I believe I want to retire from writing. I don’t intentionally write EXCEPT again a friend said write. Write about why you have lost your passion, your motivation, and why you are bored. And why you don’t know what to do with your septuagenarian moment in life. So, again, I took her advice and this is what I wrote, although, I didn’t allow myself to go deeper. It’s rough draft #2. Maybe I should converse with my friend more often. Maybe writing is just on sabbatical.<\/p>\n
THE KINGDOM OF BOR-<\/p>\n Dom.<\/strong> Is a temporary transient sanctuary. I am living As I walk around tables and chairs, music blasting There are no tears. Tears left with auto immune This Kingdom of Bor-dom is alive with frenzy, But I have.<\/p>\n Change is what\u2019s left of who I am and Of another time.<\/p>\n The questions keep coming the But today is a hole in the<\/p>\n Universe needing me If only I knew how. If only The King-dom is safe, but it Be still. Be quiet. Be ready Again, I believe I want to retire from writing. I don’t intentionally write EXCEPT again a friend said write. Write about why you have lost your passion, your motivation, and why you are bored. And why you don’t know what to do with your septuagenarian moment in life. So, again, …<\/p>\n
\nIn this location, now. It\u2019s a place to hang my hat,
\nKick off my shoes, recycle. It\u2019s a place in my mind
\nBut it is not mindless. Barefoot and hair hanging
\nDown to my waist the carpet, my yellow brick road,
\nis my only release<\/p>\n
\nAround and around and around and around dizzy
\nWith emotion going no place.<\/p>\n
\nSymptoms. How dry the eyes, my purpose, and
\nMy motivation.<\/p>\n
\nWith worry, with blame. You can change.<\/p>\n
\nIt is just a handful of copper pennies
\nRestless, worthless, reminders<\/p>\n
\nAnswers not so much. Age is
\nA mystery. Names and places
\nAnd activities haunt me as if
\nYesterday could be today<\/p>\n
\nTo fill it
\nWith hope, with kindness,
\nWith love<\/p>\n
\nPoetry would give me an
\nAnswer not just an observation.
\nI\u2019m around the bend of another
\nCycle, decades are getting shorter
\nAre blending together the fears
\nContinue to control me<\/p>\n
\nIs not freedom it\u2019s a holding
\nCell, a prison<\/p>\n
\nTo escape.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"