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driving into sunset

road -- taken its toll
and been kind

on my face light
has shone --
dark places seen
where no light shines

shriven wound's woe
joy and love received --
alike

driving into sunset
affords time to question
was something missed?
fanciful thought -- that

manifold pernicious
chattels --
wished different
road changes -- but little

while
fear reigns --

in little pockets
love waits
lives on

time passes
into sunset.

Style / type: 
Free verse

Comments

Rosina,

Glad you got to take a trip . . .

Thanks,

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

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i have fast become a fan of yours
'driving into the sunset' - you make growing old sound so graceful
again - nothing to crit
love judy
xxxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Well, Judy --

One thing I can say is growing ain't for wimps. I have aches and pains in places I didn't even know I had places. That's not quite correct because I know the anatomy as if I were an orthopedist, but I have always wanted to use that line. Thanks for the opportunity! I think living should be a graceful act, but I don't see a lot of people, by their acts, who would agree with that conclusion.
Anyway, glad you liked it.

Ciao,

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

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Shirley,

Thanks so much! Glad you enjoyed the read.

Love,

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

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You did that thing again, made time stop in the reading of it by taking simple words and making with them lines of poetry that mean far more than the mere sum of their parts.
As someone else here on the site said elsewhere not too long ago:-
I wish I could nominate.

Respectfully, Race

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Jim,

"You did that thing again, made time stop in the reading of it by taking simple words and making with them lines of poetry that mean far more than the mere sum of their parts."

I kind of thought that was one of the beauties of writing, although I don't know what part of this piece you refer to.

Thank you, very much.

Ciao,

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

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Thank you, Jayne, thank you very much.

Love,

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

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