than it used to be--
the page thinner,
the lover gone.
The light is lower
than in summer--
but the angle sweeter
for its brevity.
Cats care nothing
for pointless industry--
and yet they
meet every gaze.
In stillness, in silence,
in age this fire--
consumes me and shames
youth, that boastful pretender.
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First, your titles alone are worth taking the time to savor.........I like "the light is lower.....but the angle sweeter......." and the cats meeting every gaze.
ReplyDeleteIn just 16 lines, Shay, you created a ball of wistfulness and poignancy and I'm-not-sure-what-else.
ReplyDeleteWow.
This is beautifully eloquent, Shay! Especially like; "In stillness, in silence, in age this fire-- consumes me and shames youth, that boastful pretender."
ReplyDeleteThis beautiful Shay--sparse and elegant, austere almost, yet so full...thanks for easing my heart with your words.
ReplyDeleteYouth can be such a silly things...
ReplyDeleteThose first 4 lines sum it all up, so very well. What comes next, friend, once all has been consumed?
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