On Growing Old

From whence the creaking bones
And muscle ache?
The brain fade and
Fatigue?

It comes of life
Lived well
Or more than well
Of dinners many
Exercises nil.

How short is our
Sojourn, how
Soon the reaper comes
And thought is dead.

Amidst Friends

Quietly
I sit amidst
My books
Feeling great
Pleasure

The company
Of such great
Minds

Lifts my soul
And makes
Me think
Of other times
Peoples. Philosophies
Enjambed
Embedded
Within
My own very
Human
Experience

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The Poetics of Change

As in life
So in poetry
Change creeps
In
Or jumps out of
Hiding and yells
Surprise

Whether our
Changes be
lingering
Or mayfly life
Short

Stanza by stanza
Line by line
Word by word
Poetry
Reshapes and defines
Makes meaning of
The changes
Behind us
Weaving them
Into a wrought
beauty.

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BCP

Be Prepared
To continue
In the face of
Life's vagaries

The ups and downs
are smoothened
by a plan
for the unexpected

DK

Life is Good

Each morning
my waking refrain
is this:
That Life is Good

Before the
minds caged
mouse begins to tread
I stick a pencil
through the bars
to stop the rolling
mill

Life is good
Very good
Enjoy
it while
you have breath
and while
you can

DK

First published on Qassia

Life is a Poem

Poetry is simply a commentary on life in all of its richness. Every aspect of human and business life can be captured in a poem, an anthem to human progress. While not every one can write poetry, we can all read and appreciate it. I have been reading some of Wordsworth's poems this week and have been impressed with how attached he was to nature and life. His poetry paints a picture using words.

You don't have to wait on the muse to move you, just let everyday life have its way...

DK