in the rubble of youth,
I stand unbowed in my nuances,
a lotus flower
becoming and done.

beginning Winter,
the long decline
into who knows,
I sprout anew-
aspirations still
wider than despair.



About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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2 Responses to HERE

  1. PennyD says:

    I find this apropos on my own life. Well done.


  2. nowandzenn says:

    I’d agree with PennyD here. And again, beautifully written!


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