"I am lovers with what hasn't a name: the inside of wind,

the stutter of rain ..." ❤ excerpt (c) Amy Schutzer


Sunday, August 21, 2011

"...and many times, a broken heart...❤

I am of a truth looking
back in time for a second
look at the stories I all
but ignored traveling
from year to year

being sixty-five
takes me by surprise
all of a sudden
gray hair 
wise wrinkles
...you know what I mean,
some of you will

if you are going to san francisco
be sure to wear some
flowers in your hair

are you going to scarborough fair

I did it my way...(and had many 
times a broken heart)

strawberry wine
daydream believer

a spoon full of sugar
helps the medicine go down

music pushes me along
and along the paths i’ve
chosen

grown daughter’s
having grown children
so far no gg-children

waiting right here
to leave
and change up
RV travel

connected
with high school
friends of facebook
who’d a ‘thunk it?

beloveds in
maine
los angeles
lakeland

paying more
attention to politics
and wishing I hadn’t

hanging on to
personal items
knowing full well
i must release them
before we move on
down the road....again
hmmph....

missing my long times
of quiet
life's a trade off
but I am happy

in love still
with words....
they take me places
show me things
thrill me to my finger tips
make me cry
laugh
remember
try to forget
keep me comin’ back
for more....

writing it out
a backward glance
only now exists
dreaming the future

is fun......❣

sandra m. hagan © August 21, 201


Happy, Happy Monday ya'll sweet and gentle people.

photo: After the Storm a Sunset
by me.

8 comments:

Claudia said...

nice poem, and i also love the pics in your background, they evoke the femenine to me, the divine femenine... sweet :)

Anonymous said...

what a great piece! :) It made me smile and nod the whole way through.

My Grama's Soul said...

Beautifully written dear friend.

Hugs,

Jo

JudyH329 said...

Lovely poem, backed by lovely music. I was stationed in Okinawa, back in the 60's. I ate at a "nice" local restaurant that had music similar to this. The music took me back in time!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

I can relate to much in the poem.
Could never trade my quiet time
and solitude.
I tried once
So happy the gift was given back.
But then 75 is different then 65.
Take care....

My Farmhouse Kitchen said...

well, my friend...you have outdone yourself with these words...i LOVED it.....

happy to see you at farmhouse kitchen...always a pleasure to have you stop by...

sending love,
kary and end of summer teddy boy
xx

scrambledhenfruit said...

A lot in your poem today reminded me of myself. I often think "Who is that in the mirror?" when I get a passing glance. :)

Akannie said...

Oh, my!

Beautiful words.

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