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The breeze stretches and cools the season
along the country road
variegated light, leaf-filtered
from trees that lean
in rivalry for my eager eyes.

Their foliaged arms dangle, then drop
an amber snowfall all around
as if to awaken me
to the autumn creep
into my bones that click and tick
with each tottery step.

Earth awakens me to the beauty
in this splendorous season
of the gliding swaying passage
of life in alteration
and spiritual invitation
to bathe in the slow current of creation
along this road
and its cool and bright possibilities.
Zywa Nov 25
I'm falling apart, believe me
it's real, and not a request
for pity, just
falling apart, cracking
like an old jar

I've been through too much
suffered too much, for now
it is going slowly
but still faster

I can't keep myself
together anymore, so be it
I just let you know
then you can come
to accept it too

I will soon be about
630 million impersonal
particles, dust
of course
without consciousness
Novel "Midnight's Children" (1981, Salman Rushdie), chapter 1-3 "Hit-the-spittoon"

Collection "Low gear"
Zywa Sep 20
The priest is too old,

not suitable for people --

not for God either.
Novel "L'inventario delle nuvole" ("The cloud inventory", 2023, Franco Faggiani)

Collection "Moist glow"
Zywa Sep 8
My children meeting

about me, apparently --

I am that old now.
Poem "gedagtes" ("thoughts", 2022, Antjie Krog)

Collection "Over"
Zywa May 12
Grandma's tapestries,

which she wove as a girl, are --

decaying with her.
Collection "Between where"
Zywa Apr 23
Getting old, no time

anymore to keep order --

in what I witness.
"Het Bureau - Afgang" ("The Office - Failure", 2000, Han Voskuil), page 260, Maarten Koning, Frans Veen and Nicolien Koning (1984)

Collection "(Not too bad [1974-1989]"
I seem to have aged twenty years over the last two
especially since turning seventy - a personal view.
From the outbreak of the ****** virus two years ago
there's been a gradual decline in health for this I know.
Although testing negative in the last week of November
other health issues have been cropping up in December.
I somehow think that my time may be coming around
for where the body is to be laid to rest in the ground.
Morbid thoughts such as the above are dominant today
and with some people they don't easily just go away.
In my particular case my right side has been affected
and hobble around like some disabled person detected.
I wonder how long it'll be before I won't be able to cope
with doing all of those various things that range in scope
from washing and cleaning to the other domestic chores
which need to be done on a regular basis and time scores.
Unless I can afford to pay for someone to help with it all
if circumstances don't improve and my back's to the wall
I may have to consider going into an old people's home
or in some place where you're restricted to freely roam.
Another possibility would be to invite someone else in
that's compatible to shack up with and share the 'load-in'
or even perhaps the other way around that is practical
without being negative and deemed unjustly skeptical.
Someone in whom similar interests and ideals are found
all those things that are decent, life enhancing and sound.
Already it's getting to the stage when I'll need to cut my hair
something I used to be able to do by myself in the past there
but now I can barely raise my right hand up to my head
and the whole thing is a procedure I'm beginning to dread.
As everybody gets older and experiences the change
they may notice their movements are becoming restricted in range.
Written in December '21 describing one of the main reasons I haven't posted anything on HP for quite a while. Please say a heartfelt prayer and send a kind thought for me and others in the same boat. Thanks to all for reading.
Zywa Apr 5
We have ordered musicians
but can we pay them?
Give them some tea

.....Listen, the trees are falling
.....Lovely, the sound of axes
.....cutting down the orchard

.....The times are changing
.....Play! I want to celebrate!
.....You can leave after that

I don't know, I want to go
Why have we grown so old?
I remember everybody

was happy, without knowing
why, didn't we discuss it
time after time! It is over

We'll die anyway
while life goes on
as if we have never lived
"The Cherry Orchard" (1904, Anton Chekhov)

Collection "Different times"
Zywa Dec 2022
The elderly man

is between living and dead --

famously asleep.
"Il sonno del vecchio" ("The old man's sleep", 1905, Luigi Pirandello)

Collection "After the festivities"
Zywa Dec 2022
Father, now waddling

from left to right, seems to walk --

on spherical feet.
"Het Bureau - Plankton" ("The Office - Plankton", 1997, Han Voskuil)

Collection "Not too bad [1974-1989]"
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