Saturday, September 12, 2015
Two Poems and Some of My September Bloomers!
Zinnias fading on this breezy, humidless, gorgeous day.
Cannas blooming wildly...again. Such a faithful flower...
Rose being Rose...
By Wendy Videlock
They are fleeting.
They are fragile.
They’ll surprise you.
They’ll remind you
that they aren’t
and they are you.
OLDER, YOUNGER, BOTH
By Joyce Sutphen
I feel older, younger, both
at once. Every time I win,
I lose. Every time I count,
I forget and must begin again.
I must begin again, and again I
must begin. Every time I lose,
I win and must begin again.
Everything I plan must wait, and
having to wait has made me old, and
the older I get, the more I wait, and everything
I’m waiting for has already been planned.
I feel sadder, wiser, neither
together. Everything is almost
true, and almost true is everywhere.
I feel sadder, wiser, neither at once.
I end in beginning, in ending I find
that beginning is the first thing to do.
I stop when I start, but my heart keeps on beating,
so I must go on starting in spite of the stopping.
I must stop my stopping and start to start—
I can end at the beginning or begin at the end.
I feel older, younger, both at once.
“Older, Younger, Both” from Coming Back to the Body by Joyce Sutphen. © 2000 by Joyce Sutphen.