Are we all under
a heavy
weight
that packs us down
and
shrinks us
changes our form
gets rid of our plumpness
dries our skin
saps our juices and
muchness?
We used to roll on the counter
adding zest
and vigor to the crowd
just by our presence
conjuring far-away places
and sunny beaches.
Oh hell is not too far
when your skin rubs off
and your bones ache
and hot nights
are nothing but
fever chills.
wow...what a title....and dang that last stanza...bites a bit...
ReplyDeleteDamn, that was a very good poem. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Yes we are all under that weight! I love that you've found in the lemon both the sour shrinking and the sunny zest. A great metaphor for the ups and downs of this life and aging.
ReplyDeleteDepressing thoughts, but I like your imagery. Lemons smell good forever.
ReplyDeleteWell it can be tough some days to get old. I really like the cats rules though...:)
ReplyDeleteWow! (I know it's overused)
ReplyDelete... fruit, juicy and ripe .. fresh from the tree .. I miss those days.