The Hourglass

“Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis Vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.” [from The Waste Land. T.S. Eliot.} ~ I have become      accustomed to life. Three score and four- and I’m not keeping score- years, and there well may be more. […] Continue reading

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The Name of that Song

…. In teenaged years,   they wait in great hope – They’re waiting   for something to happen.   They wait and they mope    for some lucky stroke, they’re waiting   on brand new     horizons.   They fill up on hate,   in worlds they create; they cannot escape   from inside […] Continue reading

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Allergic Reaction

~ It’s allergy season,     or so I’ve been told,   and the people are falling     in love!   There’s more to this sunlight –     We’re tired of the cold!   And long since old Winter,     we’ve turned off the stove,   Allergic Reaction     is taking […] Continue reading

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A Rolling Stone

~ I walk    by myself, I talk     with myself. I keep     to myself,       alone.   It’s come down    to this –   A blast    from the past for whatever it was.     Too fast!    I cast what I had sown.   All that […] Continue reading

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In Real Life

     In real life   we Tarzans    don’t swing from a vine, and plainly   those Janies    wouldn’t give us the time.   When I was a poor boy,    white hats were all in   for heroes, all sunshine;   black hats for bad men.   In real life   the […] Continue reading

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Old Men at Sixty

~ Old men at sixty, forget more each year; but once when much younger, a world, a frontier, old men at sixty were, too, cavalier.   Now old men at sixty they forget why they’re here.   Old friends get harder to remember, revere, as memory grows flinty, the past, unclear, old men at sixty […] Continue reading

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Winter Solstice

~ It’s the 21st of December, 2012, the Winter Solstice, or the last day on Earth if you follow the Mayan calendar; I pull into Hardee’s and order a plain egg biscuit and a Senior Cup o Joe – 64 cent coffee, a lasting benefit to getting old. I was given a sausage biscuit. Upon […] Continue reading

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One Will Move Forward

…and then she will ask me, to say something nice – there’s something, I’m certain, should surely suffice. My mind dashes back through slivers of time – To memory moments, sliced by design, and think of, ponder, give over to wander though time in the mind, is always together. Birds of one feather – a […] Continue reading

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Flying into Fall

  Sometimes I go out,     my fly is wide open; sometimes I don’t catch it     at all! ~ Perhaps it’s a stretch,     but I am still hopin’ for a Freudian Slip,     not the Fall.     ©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011

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