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For an opinionated woman such as I, blogging is an excellent outlet. This is one of many fori that I use to bloviate. Enjoy! Comment on my commentary.
Am I old? Your question
Calling for reassurance
Or perhaps reevaluation.
All in due time, I say, for
This is a question of time.
A question posed in time
About time. I am old is my
Time-line. My time makes
Me old. It sets my age as I
Progress in time, one step
At a time, years passing in
Time. Time is aging me and
Yes, aging you as well. I am
Old, let me reassure you now
In time. You too are old as
I am. Time has passed since
Our youth, enough time to
Make us old. Old enough in
Time, my love, to be older 
Than we were yesterday and
Yes, let me reassure you, this
Time, you are old as I  am old

What a sky

Someone has somehow painted the 
Clouds onto a dark blue canvas, in 
Puffs and billows, white fluffs on
An azure-going-black background
This magical contrast looks so real,
So natural as to make me gasp in 
Awe at what genius there is in our
World. Genius with no artifact but
Nature's sky, her clouds, her night.
It was no brush that painted this 
Wonder and brought it home to me.
No artful creature, or creative being
Just circumstance, the essential sum
And substance of air, space and time.
It just happened. My lucky moment
Under the cover of sky and clouds
The morning brought me more luck!

The origin poem

For 60 years I have tried to reproduce 
A highly-charged poem that celebrated
The night, the sensuality of the felines
Who inhabit it. Slinky gorgeous purring
Cats whose meows echoed love-making
While they slid quietly on padded paws 
Enjoying the heat of summer and winds
Blowing curtains to and fro. Cautious cats
And careless cats, busy or idle, deep in
The night, as if one with the darkness. 
60 years is enough to have forgotten. I
Have. Forgotten the rhythms, the sultry
Movement of those forgotten  creatures 
The splendid heat of a summer-long past

We were careless

Reprinted and expanded from https://takenote347.wordpress.com/2022/11/19/concerning-us/

We were careless of each other 
We let our attention slip, taking
For granted there would always
Be an us, constants in our world
We were careless of each other
Letting the us slip, sure that we
Could forget and not be forgotten
That we could wander and be
Welcomed back, certain there
Would be no change in the winds
To take us off course, careless

Sure that no button would pop
Certain there would be no change
In the winds to take us off course
We were careless of each other 
Sure that we could forget and not 
Be forgotten; that we could wander 
And be welcomed back Certain 
That nothing would ever change
We were the constants in our world
Taken for granted one of the other

Careless but at ease expecting that
No thread could unravel Sure that 
The sails would hold against all 
Adverse weather Sure the compass
Was true even if we did not pay
Attention to rocky shoals or ominous
Clouds Watching the buoys bobbing
In shallow waters or the waves in the
Deep we left the bridge certain no
Change would sink us or take us adrift

Concatenate

Reprinted from https://wp.me/p95MDQ-zf with perhaps some changes
We-are-all-one edition

We-are-all-one edition

The heart beats fast, slowed by the sound of your voice, crooning a song of love. Connect to the beat

The heart beats fast,
slowed by the sound of your voice, 
crooning a song of love. 
Connect to the beat
integrate, discriminate, delineate, escalate

disintegrate. accelerate, abbreviate, indivuate

decelerate. exacerbate, aggravate, assimilate

equivocate, elaborate, repatriate, transubstantiate

habituate, debilitate, discombobulate, frustrate

defibrilate, evaluate, corroborate, ingratiate, regurgitate

rejuvenate, resonate, renovate, situate

subjugate, segregate, desegregate, circumnavigate

resuscitate, stimulate, reformulate, retaliate

fabulate, fabricate, facilitate, rehabilitate, incriminate

manipulate, dessimate, inebriate, decapitate, confederate

consulate, imitate, initiate, innovate, deescalate, activate

deliberate, consolidate, tolerate, eleviate, delegate, excavate

exculpate, exonerate, excoriate, decorticate, reinstate

relegate, eradicate, prevaricate, vacilate, berate

celebrate.deviate, elevate, ingrate, equivocate

resuscitate, stimulate, reformulate, prevaricate 

inflate, deflate, conflate, translate, don’t_be_ late

consolidate, dont_hate, mate,

Pink horizon

We know that a red sky [at night]
Portends a clear day [at morning]
What, prithee, does a sky of pink
Foretell? Should we expect our 
Day to show uncertainty rather
Than clarity? Erring [of course]
On the side of delighting sailors?
I tend to think [rather without
Evidence] that the pink is red 
Shivering from the cold, made 
Pale by temperatures too low
For comfort, too high for frost.
Pink sky at dusk, warm up the
Cabin, Captain [and if you must
Sail] wear long Johns and a parka.

Reprinted from http://allthebest.fitness.blog/2022/11/19/pink-on-the-horizon/

Pardon, Me!

Like the turkey who gets off this
Thanksgiving, I want my pardon
Even if it is only temporary. I am
Aware the time will come when 
There is no reprieve as time is my
Judge. Those turkeys will not be
The centerpiece of any table this
Holiday. Lucky birds. There were 
Two this year. Is it always like
That? I need to pay attention to
This annual event. It holds some
Balance between life and death.
It's no joke, at least it is serious
Business to the pardoned turkeys 
Whether they are aware or not.
Hope they use the time given well.

Bon mots

Now, there's a man who's had a
Lifetime of language on his tongue
Still playing with the words he 
Finds buried deep and sometimes 
Hard to unearth; after all this time
He has to dig deeper these days
To use just the right one, the 
Funny one that will please him
And amuse his listener, the one
That pulls a laugh from his 
Audience. That's the language 
He wants to share from a life
Of speech and conversation
His best tidbit, an amuse bouche
For the ear, the remembrance 
Of just the right thing to say