Just a bit of poetry that popped up last night/early this morning. Yes it is the 13th so I am due another post. Motivation is becoming a real issue lately not sure why. Well, I suppose I do but that’s not for a blog from dailywriter.
Oh…here’s the bit of poetry.
The White cold of a mid-January moon
Full unto the evening not in the day soon
The Child questions from the bed of youth
Words learned from the soothe
Imposter in youth as in Time
None if this is mine
Youth Imposter was a book title I came up with in 1982. But the book was never completed. Now, in the fullness of time, I can see it through. I still have most of my notes even after all the crazy moves I made in those days. But, I do not reminisce much compared to some in the 55 plus age group. I didn’t in 1982 so why would I create memories to live in?