Image Prompt by Frank Ching
My world is getting smaller
My patch, stitched down
Wings now clipped
Walls closing in
Eyes dimming
Colours fading in the light
Now how fast or slow
‘Till
My fingers feel for
Silk, and sand
Seeing nubs of Brail.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Image Prompt by Frank Ching
My world is getting smaller
My patch, stitched down
Wings now clipped
Walls closing in
Eyes dimming
Colours fading in the light
Now how fast or slow
‘Till
My fingers feel for
Silk, and sand
Seeing nubs of Brail.
Great use of sensory, especially tactile with textures. My favorite lines: “
My fingers feel for
Silk, and sand
Seeing nubs of Brail
Thanks. I am new at this marathon thing and was pleased with myself when this just rolled put. Funny how that happens once in a blue moon. 🤔
It was a blue moon recently! Glad to see the effects still affected you!
I can feel the shrinking world and the loss of sight as my eyes get worse with age.
loved the rich language, you have a facile mind!
Beautiful poem Gail! I loved the flow and the building ( or receeding of abilities- depends on how you look at it. Even though I assumed this poem was about “normal” aging , the last line still surprised me- very impactful!
” My World Is Getting Small” from the title to the last line rings of vivid truth of aging-beautiful!
Thank you Ingrid.
As a healthy 83 year old I watch my friends.