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Nordic cloud
Nordic cloud
Apr 25, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

TARNISH OF AGE




 

Tarnish of age

 

When the silver lining's tarnished,

turns to grey and black

the appeal of life's new varnish

turns suddenly so matt,

the smooth becomes the rough

and living's tough,

how to then transform,

closer to the norm

is paramount but hard,

when no reflections' there

to judge the temperature of feelings; 

 

understanding 

is hidden in the verdigris of moulds,

minute undulations 

in the folds of contemplation,

like the sudden shadow of a tree 

when sun comes out,

in the darkness of its gloom

I stand in hope, 

that something can take hold,

however much I grope,

and make my senses bold

again, to pen my way,

in this existence, sway,

I'll take a rag and listen

while I make the silver glisten. 



 

 


— Nordic cloud, Apr 25, 2010

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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xena465

xena465

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Ann

Great poem...I love the flow. Rosina xena465
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dearest Ann

I truely believe age is in the mind my dads 80 and still goes to the Gym on treks with his walking group hes the president of the lions club etc etc ... lol see what I mean the other night on the news it said sixty is the new forty ... ;)and I know exactly what you mean hitting forty made me sit up and notice ... lol love to you dear one JayCee x x x x Quote:- It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense.---Robert Green Ingersoll
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

oppps so engrossed in your

oppps so engrossed in your poem and chatting forgot your pretties lol love and big hugs JayCee Quote:- It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense.---Robert Green Ingersoll
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

Thanks for this poem Ann, my

Thanks for this poem Ann, my sister of the Northern Lights. It's quite a lovely reflection. Perhaps because I have taken care of so many infirm aged in recent years, the prospect of becoming old is dismal for me, especially since I was a dancer in my younger days and I see my body now imperfect along with its usual aches (some of it dancing related). I don't think men have the same qualms when it comes to aging and the aged men I've taken care of are quite demanding of *being taken care of*, they're quite used to it. Women have always been the caregivers and now it's difficult to be on the receiving end. Sooner or later we become frail and incapacitated unless we die first. I do however, awake in the absolute joy of having another day to explore. To open its surprise, *unwrapping the eternal present* as it were. Love, Anna "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

Glad your silver lining is still shining my Anna

Ann of Norway Oh Anna dear Anna sister, I might have guessed that you were a dancer. I too love to dance even now sh!! But when I was a teenager I used to spend a long time in front of a tall mirror in the seclusion of my attic room with music, usually classical, and there produce as many shapes and graceful movements as I could find to express, and become almost mesmerised into a kind of pattern along with the music and if one thinks of it as uttering words or colours these things in our nature are all interconnected with the expression of the whole person, in everything we do. I repeat, I think here, that the Indian word for music also means dance and that they are one and the same thing, I like that thought. Not so much the thought of you suffering because of having danced too much perhaps, we pay later for all excesses don't we. I carried too much porcelain on my back and my knees complained and for many years I had to wear horrid elastic massage-like things round them when walking in the woods, but specially when walking in towns. With relentless exercising I have now discarded all need for them, but then I was only in my 40's and if it were now....!!!! As to women caring for men, we must give credit to some who have untiringly cared for their mothers among others we have on here Joe/Longo! But when men get the slightest little bit of a cold or fever they think they are dying, and when we are ill we carry on regardless, headaches and all doing the household chores that have to be done and no one cares or maybe even notices!!! And then they have the audacity to say 'Oh I thought you were doing it out of love,' and one smiles to oneself as that is the truth anyway. Glad your silver lining is still shining my Anna I hug you and take away your pains Ann.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

As for you my silver beer beaker!

Ann of Norway You brilliantine the hairs of my head Monsieur Ephriam Crud, and make them shine brighter into my brain's anatomy, where it cowers from your spot-lit pontifications, no need for lights, your comment and those above, have given me ample light to see with thank you all. Love to my untarnished bright friends, may you shine for always through your poetry. Ann My silver beaker is a Christening beaker which belonged to my Aunt Jean who translated the Nordic Saga's into English.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

Answer to a comment I cannot see still here!!

Ann of Norway Pertaining to line 7 being arrogant:- Oh I have here obviously expressed myself in a way that can be read as you see it, this was not my intention, as you must have gathered from my self that I would not try to be arrogant if I could help the least hint of such from describing me. I suppose one might say that THAT is being arrogant too, but thank you whoever you were for finding something in my poem that could be misconstrued, we are here to be tripped up into seeing the exact meanings in the otherwise difficult world of poetic expression and I was glad to see some adversity. Yours Ann
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 1 month ago

My Queen shines!

She is the brightness of my day in the land of Neo. I look forward to your poems, and your words of encouragement, wether for me or someone else, you always seem to show the bright side. I loved the lines: I stand in hope,that something can take hold, however much I grope, and make my senses bold again,to pen my way in this existence, sway. With much love, your knight~ Sir Gee
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

I am sorry I have been sitting in my Ivory tower

Ann of Norway Not spending enough time with my faithful knight, and here his wind-shields shine for me with the reflection of his fine spirit of understanding, hank you my kind Sir Geezer, I am shining inside from your comment. My love for my knight for his valour and loyalty is untiring. Ann