Old Sweater
Closet conceals it.
Hiding months at a time, then
Summoned by the cold.
Sounds like someone I know! Hiding and cold.Old Sweater
Closet conceals it.
Hiding months at a time, then
Summoned by the cold.
Love for the ways you found to cast this in words, not the actual thing going on obviously.Chemo Chemo Chemo Chameleon...
Muffled pump chatter,
Sending out a cancer cocktail.
Watch the time grind by
As each drop slides downward.
A silicone salvation.
Thank you for the kind words. I actually wrote that yesterday while I was receiving chemotherapy. A good way to kill time.Love for the ways you found to cast this in words, not the actual thing going on obviously.
Reminds me of some lyrics from a song I like, but those pale in comparison to what you put down here.

Nailed it! Neil would be proud of you!Old Man (Thanks to Neil Young)
Eyes clouded by time.
Worn from years of observance
Bent fingers tapping
To a distant melody
That revisits a past life.
Always here
You bright broken rogue
Spending stars like pocket change
I curse this quiet
Bless the blaze you hurled in us
This wine-lit night roars your name
Act your age
Grown-up talk, tax paid,
Wearing serious like coats,
Puddles wait. Jump in.

Always!And, you did...with BOTH feet!
Q