TIDAL CHARTS: Some Reflections on Aging

    Groowing olde is
    witching wrinkles
    marche acruss yer farrehead
    und feeling heavy bags ander yer eyes.

    It's a naughti sing how m
    ach younger udders looke
    an' realizin' our mist preciouse
    commoditie is time.

    Groowing olde is
    shivering an late Novembere mournings
    or swelte ring be
    for sumhare has arrived.

    It's a knawing as the hunds
    of cloocks mooff relentlesly
    'n all of us grind
    screech', tick' towards
    an appaintment wit destiny
    at mid naight.


Ron: (yawning) The only thing interesting about this work is the spelling.

Lex: Well, perhaps mur thun one spell is at werk?

Ron: (raising his eyebrows) Whad'ya say?

Lex: I said yer under a spell. Until real awakening cums, yah's bewitched on money levels.

Ron: (shrugging) Oh – I thought it twas sum ding important . . .



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from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY: A poem about human aging with some ocean metaphors.
KEYWORDS: the magic spell of time, aging processes, awakening and senescence

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - )
Begun: 1993 in Shizuoka, Japan ✠ Finished: 2022 in Yokohama, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} 

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