The theme for the #poemadayfeb poetry project today was ‘Beginning’. I had a bit of an idea about what I wanted to write, when I got started on this one, and I more or less produced something that covered what I’d wanted to write.
It seems bigger, and better, though, than I had even hoped, and if this continues to happen like that, for this particular poetry project, I will be one happy little poet, that’s for sure. It’s often said, the more you do something, the better at it you get, and it certainly feels like that’s true, regarding poetry, and other writing genre.
So this, below, is my poem written today, on the theme or prompt, of Beginning.
How it can go…
As it was in the beginning, so shall it be at the end –
we’re born, we need, we learn, we grow, the family rules.
We live and we continue growing, then, eventually, we know
all we need to know, living in cruise control mode.
Changes come, our needs morph, to medical not financial,
enough money, or not, but the money must be spent
to retain our health. We’re shrinking, not growing,
pieces surgically removed, posture slumping.
We’re slowing then, many needs lessening, as
dining out at night with lover, becomes friends’ lunch out,
then doctor & hospital is only visit out. We’re sinking
down, ever down, until getting up is our only adventure,
& even that may stop, with treatment from strangers,
instead of family visits. Our needs shrink, learning forgotten,
& if family is planning a journey for us, it’s not a trip to Bali,
but to our final destination, via coffin, not plane or cruise ship …
Carolyn Cordon - Creative 