The Coy Wife

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after Annie Finch

At times I can lament my youth
when body smooth and taut did prove
itself blind to age and the passage of Time
when words o’er ran the banks of meter and rhyme
and verse came flawlessly free and streaming.
Now the babies, crying then squealing
with delight and true frustration;
we are swamped with operation:
Family Life.  So now it comes
to this sweet blog, moments of love’s 
action and age unfolding in these
intangible pages.  What does it mean
to find ourselves still writing, still loving,
still talking, working, seeking, moving
through the years?  Me and you:
we grasp Time’s song and sing it through. 

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One response »

  1. I love the cadence and the wondering about age and living fully and coming to write about that! The ending is wonderful about grasping Time’s song and singing it through!!!

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