I am restless,
and very old,
tonite,
and I am very cold,
though I am wrapped
in a shawl,
I think of love
and loss,
of lonely people,
and I wonder if the windows
are closed,
could someone be stealing from me?
at times,
I am absent minded
and forget what I have.
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Written August 16th, 2003
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Not sitting and waiting for Godot I hope, it's for me like a picture of altziemers(sp) an age where forgetting is all that can be remembered.
Jules -
I keep telling myself as long as I don't forget my kids then I am still A-OK~ Great write my dear and you have your way with words~ Keep on releasing my dear Lute
~ Look forward to more~ Big hugs 
and much love~ Desire
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interesting perspective. i'd be curious to know what sparked the inspiration here. it's sometimes hard to accurately portray that which you are not, but i think this was handled tastefully. i have a great aunt who has settled into some pretty extreme dementia as a result of aging. my grandmother (her sister) is terrified it will happen to her as well. as young as i am, it's hard to comprehend being afraid of forgetting, but it's such a real and tangible fear for so many.
enjoyed. -
Strange slice of life.
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makes me want to start a fire.....
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Good Write!
This is great! I understand the aging process for I am nearing a half century. I work with teens, they do help to keep me young and my mind alert though. There was no mention of the play, what was it about? But I guess if you can't remember whether you closed the windows, you probably don't remember the play either! LOL. I felt a shiver in the "cold". Good Write!
Much Love,
Renee------------------------------------------->Poetryality -
Oh I love this! Again: this talking in Internet terminology LOL I know the paranoid feeling - Is the Windows closed LOL LOL (ask Billy-leaving-open-Gates
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No.
It is not.
It never is.
That explains the draught of loss ...
HUGS and one small little candle kiiiiiiiiiiisy.
Myra -
A) ditch the shawl and get a flannel shirt.
if you're cold, you'll remember to close the windows. I know, I'm just in a mood tonight. I guess, old man you need to find an old woman to nag you into remembering those things. Actually, I found this much more somber than your others... ~~~Val
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ahh...breaths out. Harsh. I like it...muahaaaaaaahaaaaaaa...
(coughs) anyway...great write. very raw, realistic...
loved the imagry.
happy writing
mandie
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your words wrapped like a shawl around the truth.
so well said.... the title makes me think the play
is life itself... just where I went.
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I am less of rest and more of desire.
My youth is sealed in aging bones
I think of love and open hands and
faces that shrink away
in fear or blindness or simply,
indifference.
I wonder if they noticed my windows had light
in them
when they passed this way
and glanced from the street?
but I am absent minded and
forget that warmth is as close
as my shawl behind me
no more to be stolen or wasted.
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