Thursday, September 29, 2011

Thanks, Carol. Perfectly said!



OF AN AGE

Less sleep but fewer tears
Prayers pared down to tweets.
Desire scrubbed of sullenness.
A propensity for sweets--

but not truffles, truffles
I find too dense; chocolate-glazed
bacon, the idea of it, too strange.
Fads tempt less. A glass raised

in sentiment, more.
The fleet beauty of words
no longer cased unsaid.
The glass in shards.

--Carol Moldaw

7 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Sch a wonderful poem!
Does it describe middle age or am I 'reading things' into it!

Reya Mellicker said...

Of a certain age, indeed it does!

Linda Sue said...

Prayers tweeted- love this poem! Your cloud looks like old Faithful!

steven said...

sweet words bracketed between the crowned lion man cloud and the perfect reflecting pool roof!!! steven

Cyndy said...

Yes the poem seems even more lovely here in this setting.

Unknown said...

Your 'Blue Heaven' looks so idyllic Reya. I love the clouds. The poem is perfect for the time of year... my admiration for Carol. 'The glass is in shards' and so is summer. Thank you for sharing.

Reya Mellicker said...

You're welcome!