51 Words

I don’t write much these days, as some of you may have noticed. Actually, probably most of you haven’t noticed at all. Which makes it worse, though possibly justified.

The problem is concentration. I have none. A good strong idea quickly fades into vague mediocre one and, before you know it, no idea at all.

So it’s good when somebody like Sammi gives me a target of less than 100 words …. it provides me with some chance of completing the task for the 5 or 10 minutes that I remain in the moment.

51 words, in this case, and I’d like to stress that bit. For whatever else it may lack as a snippet of ‘poetry’ it does satisfy the word count criteria without the need for a lot of hyphens or irrelevant words (well – some of the later perhaps).

And, like a lot of actual poetry, it paints a prettier picture than the reality.

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Don’t you fret. I’m doing fine

Whilst suffering this slow decline

My back is stooped. A failing spine

My liver’s gone. Too much red wine

My mind is shot. Too much moonshine

My grapes are rotting on the vine

I head towards the bottom line

A victim of my God’s design

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51 words!

6 thoughts on “51 Words

  1. I’m up there with you in Old Age Country, and one game I play to get stuff moving, as to poetry, is something called ‘seven words”. Jot down 7 words, let ’em sit for a few minutes, and then try to make a poem that contains all of them.
    Too many people try for words like ‘refrigerator”, “beeswax” and “triplicate” but simple usable groups are more fun.
    maybe “horse, flower, sunset, snow, crystal, underneath, wait”

    =)

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    1. Does it have to make any sense ????

      Crystal sunset, distant glow
      I lead my horse across the snow
      Underneath a million years of fate
      I crush a flower in my hand
      And knowing nothing, understand
      That time sits still but time will never wait.

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