As far as the eyes can see

The days

Spent embracing the unknown skies

With a curious, youthful, confident gaze

Expecting more, ever more

From nature

And the unseen

Are long gone

 

The times now

Are not propitious for clear sight

The teary eyes struggle

Through the crowding haze

The expanse of the horizon narrows

The light dims

 

The other weakened senses take over

Frail

Feeling the way forward

Precariously

 

The night is here

And with it the long, final veil

 

There is nothing left to see

But a man standing in a field of memories

Head bowed

Staring intensely at the ground

◄ The science of aging

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Jeannot

Thu 26th Sep 2019 02:26

Thank you very much Jon

Jeannot

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Jon

Thu 26th Sep 2019 01:09

A great, thoughtful Poem. Outstanding last stanza

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Jeannot

Wed 25th Sep 2019 22:02

Thank you very much for your comment Emilia

Jeannot

Emilia Callahan

Wed 25th Sep 2019 20:41

The progression of the composition of the narrator (invincible to frail) with the passing of time is really great!

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Jeannot

Tue 24th Sep 2019 22:33

Tom,

Thank you for reading the poem and nice to make your acquaintance online.

Regards,

Jeannot

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Tom

Tue 24th Sep 2019 22:31

I enjoyed this very much. These two lines really stuck out and sparked something in me "The teary eyes struggle / Through the crowding haze". Great writing!

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Jeannot

Tue 24th Sep 2019 22:16

Thank you Jason

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 24th Sep 2019 21:59

I love the imagery of the passage of time, of life. When I was 20, I was eternal, invincible and insatiable. Now, I'm wiser.
And that field of memories looks inviting.

J. x

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Jeannot

Tue 24th Sep 2019 21:18

Keith,

Thank you very much for your thoughtful comments

Jeannot

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keith jeffries

Tue 24th Sep 2019 20:55

The final stanza is quite powerful as it speaks of a person´s life drawing to its conclusion, wondering what it was all about. Or at least that´s how I see it. Life seems to begin with anticipation and ends with meditation. I like this poem as it makes me introspective and thoughtful.

Thank you

Keith

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