Friday, September 20, 2013

614 : The Fountain

Poets United had the prompt ‘Just past centre’

The Fountain

It’s not apparent to us then,
We’re riding on the wave.
The mid point slips quietly past
And we approach the grave.

No bell marks the point’s farewell.

Aghast that we are in decline
We look to find our youth again
And fight the march of time.

© J Cosmo Newbery 2013

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  1. No youth to re-find; just trying to act my age.

    Very trying.

    Blessings and Bear hugs, JC.

  2. So very true! One never knows when one has past the mid-point and is on the downward slope. (Ha, what a cheery post to read first thing in the morning. LOL.)

  3. wonderful take on the prompt!
    after the summit, it's all downhill? :)

  4. You've hit it on the mark! I am 54 now, and cannot conceive of the passage of time. I still feel young, yet know that by the world's standards I am getting old. Age is such a funny, confusing thing. I aim for grace. I aim for grace.

  5. Oh we do fight the march of time and cosmetic surgeons are getting rich!

  6. I've not given up the fight....I just go along with the flow...gently, causing no ripples amongst the wrinkles.
    And I refuse to give up the ghost! Casper is mine; and mine alone!

  7. The trouble is that our bodies age at a different rate to our brains.

  8. I have no idea when I passed my mid point - and really don't mind. I would in fact be more traumatised if I believed that I hadn't - and was going to live past telegram from the queen time.

  9. "The mid point slips past quietly" - so true - I just experienced this in my own life and in fact, my contribution poem circles this idea. Thank you for sharing!

  10. We wake up one day and find we have slid down the hill..fantastic piece!

  11. Oh yes that mid point slipped past quietly and quickly too. But youth is a state of mind isn't it?


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