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Array ( [sid] => 130252 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Retirement [time] => 2007-01-08 05:37:39 [hometext] => A poem about growing up, and also my first post in a very long time. [bodytext] => From forty years of going unused,
My tongue tastes like a cup of dust.
Its silver surface fully tarnished,
Somehow growing spots of rust.

It flicks off rhythms in cometic periods
When it used to wave like light,
And in my struggle to speak to stars,
I’ve found it hard to sleep at night.

I’ve leased my heart to a garden spider.
As it sits, I hope to die.
Its web fills every gap inside me,
Undisturbed by exercise.

My ears have tuned in to new music,
Like battle hymns of ‘64,
With steady time; invoking heaven,
Lemonade, and my front porch.

And as the seasons breeze on by me,
Comfort fills my every thought.
No excitement, no regrets,
No youthful thrills that I once sought.

And in due time will come my passing,
As the breeze blows through my hair,
But I shan’t notice nor forget.
My ghost will never leave that chair. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Retirement

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Monday, 8th January 2007 @ 05:37:39 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

From forty years of going unused,
My tongue tastes like a cup of dust.
Its silver surface fully tarnished,
Somehow growing spots of rust.

It flicks off rhythms in cometic periods
When it used to wave like light,
And in my struggle to speak to stars,
I’ve found it hard to sleep at night.

I’ve leased my heart to a garden spider.
As it sits, I hope to die.
Its web fills every gap inside me,
Undisturbed by exercise.

My ears have tuned in to new music,
Like battle hymns of ‘64,
With steady time; invoking heaven,
Lemonade, and my front porch.

And as the seasons breeze on by me,
Comfort fills my every thought.
No excitement, no regrets,
No youthful thrills that I once sought.

And in due time will come my passing,
As the breeze blows through my hair,
But I shan’t notice nor forget.
My ghost will never leave that chair.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2007-01-08 05:37:39]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Retirement (User Rating: 1 )
by wizard on Monday, 8th January 2007 @ 07:35:59 AM AEST
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nicely done... you've really taken your reader on a little journey to the past..

wiz

Re: Retirement (User Rating: 1 )
by trixxx on Monday, 8th January 2007 @ 08:14:15 AM AEST
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Great poem,

Loved it, loved it, loved it

I only hope you are contented rather than spiteful as you age, for one is forward and the other is back

Re: Retirement (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Monday, 8th January 2007 @ 02:18:55 PM AEST
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well done
good write

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