Gifts of old age
Come slowly sifting
Decades of memories
Through a heart
Converted to truth
Soft and pliable
It weighs the years
Discarding self-contempt
For self-acceptance
And understanding
Of what and why
And wherefore these
Shadows are nothing
In the end but
The reverse side of
Life interrupted and
Redeemed at great cost
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 27 January 2019
Photo found at artistsnetwork.com
shadows of women
I may once have been recede
within a forest
fragrant firs bend branches low
heavy with pregnant brown cones
I had a waking half-dream this morning–the first three lines of the tanka above. How to end it? I don’t want more of the woman I’ve already been–though I don’t want to lose her entirely. Rather, I want to be born yet again into a life that suits me today.
This half-dream seemed to say I’m at least half-way there. Besides, this is Labor Day weekend. A most propitious time for dreaming about possibilities.
Labor Day celebrates the everyday women, men and young people who labor to get the job done. Many labor under duress in less than healthy, safe, life-giving conditions. A good time to dream about possibilities.
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 2 September 2017
Photo found at pinterest.com
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