Saturday, December 02, 2006

Aging Days Of Fall

As the dead come and go
in old men’s eyes,
Winter haunts
the aging days of Fall.

Life is more memory than form,
shadows are thin, and skeletons
beg comfort from the Sun.

There’s no walkers or wheelchairs,
prescriptions needing filled,
just a sparseness of living,
until there is none.


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16 comments:

MB said...

A poignantly simple elegy for autumn, Pat, and a great read. Thanks!

Anonymous said...

"Life is more memory than form" is a keeper!

samuru999 said...

I just love your poems Pat...
especially this one!!!...a favorite!

It is extra special when you read!
Thank you!

Margie

polona said...

yes, it feels like that... another winner, pat!

Anonymous said...

I don't know why this should be comforting, but it is, in a strange way.

Anonymous said...

Good one, Pat! Consider me one of the dead ...

Russell Ragsdale said...

Caught somewhere between a dirge and a song, this fine poem treads peacfully (if not with a note of resignation), philosophically. It is delicious in the way it softly, slowly, and purposfully moves. Wonderful poem!

Amalendu said...

Life is more memory than form....this has stolen the poem from its form....lovely write Pat...

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

lovely -- I looked for that warmth from the sun today!

Inconsequential said...

:)

Rob said...

Like other commentators I am struck by the phrase, "life is more memory than form". It has a certain ring to it.

gautami tripathy said...

This is sad but so true.

This reminds me of my grandmother who is almost ninety and waiting to die..

I feel so bad for her...

gautami tripathy said...

As I coming here after a few days I will comment on all that I missed.

:D

Masago said...

A poignant view of the changing seasons (from a pessimistic view). :-)

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks MB!!

Thank you Joyce!! I like that line too.

Thanks Margie!! I'm kind of partial to reading yours too.

Thanks Polona!! As Fall wanes It made me think of Dad as he got closer to death. He had visits from our mom. I've heard of it with many others too.

Doughnutjane, I'm not sure why. Maybe, it's the natural process. I'm glad it was comforting.

SB, I certainly hope not!! Grown kind of fond of your haiku!!

Russell, I think your comment is more of a poem than mine!! Thank you!!

Thanks Amalendu!!

Andrew, during the Winter I grab as much of it as I can get!!

Thanks Inconsequential!!

Thanks Rob!! My favorite line too!!

Gautami, as I said previously it reminds of my Dad's final days. Not quite there, but here neither.It's amazing really.

Vaughn, yes, but, I'm not sure all pessimistic. Not light, fluffy, and romantic for sure though.

GEL said...

The somber tone of this poem pierced right through me. Good one!