Monday, April 20, 2015

WHO WILL FEED ME AFTER 90?

Older generation expired at +/- 80,
But my life: easier, more resiliency.

Just after 70, long respiratory flu, 
Painful knees, friends facing crises.

Looking down the road to retirement,
Fuller freedom, more frequent recreation.

Looking further, will money, energy, and mind last?
Who will need me/feed me * when I'm really old?

Ann Beth Blake
(c) April 18, 2015

*Will You Still Need Me, Will You Still Feed Me When I'm 64?"
The Beatles

UNTETHERED

I have always depended on the kindness of friends.*

As my older sister by another 
mother approaches final transition,
I become edgy and untethered.

Atlas' world, a heavy weight 
on my sluggish heart;
Shallow, shunted breathing;

Tearful, then calmed, then tearful.
What would SHE do/say/be?

Surrounded by comfort,
yet adrift, 
unmoored, 
floating,
distracted, 
disoriented.

Unknowns abound,
surreal,
unsettling.

Teeth clenching, 
stomach churning,
eyes skittering to periphery.

Prayers for peace and grace.

Ann Beth Blake
(c) April 20, 2015

* "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."
A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams, 1947
www.quotationspage.com/quote/30285.html

Monday, April 6, 2015

NO POEMS LATELY

Five-week vicious respiratory flu of 2015;
A friend in dire health crisis;
End of another school quarter:

Conspiracy, or at least experiences, 
Consuming my energy and time,
Precluding creativity and, even, much fun.

Gratifying Easter/påsk: beautiful services;
Positive contact and fun, relaxed meal;
Feeling rejuvenated and back to myself.

As always, Spring has sprung again;
Sun and clouds in equal measure;
Flowers and trees returning to full bloom.

At last, my body energy follows the seasons,
As, once, we all organically participated.
Breathing more easily, focusing more intentionally.

Challenges and joys ahead, life unfolding.
Prayers for friends' aging and passing.
Ebbing and flowing, waxing and waning.

Ann Beth Blake
(c) April 6, 2015