Some now call me old
The toddler and the teen
The aged call me young
I’m caught in between
Aim at verdant fields
While candlelight flickers
Bending shadows as it steals
Blessings where I stand
Lessons learned are mercy’s trade
The grass is always greener
Until you see each blade
Like a spice market filled with flavors
The best aromas swell with age
I can’t rush or impair the process
So I let grace escort me there
Linda Kruschke and Paint Chip Poetry.
The theme for this week is When I’m Old. Some of you reading and joining in on the prompt may already be there so this will be easy. Others of us are well on our way, and some may be young still and have to use their imagination to respond to the prompt.
The words or phrases for this week are wild huckleberry, cumulonimbus, verdant, spice market, antique brass, the grass is always greener, and candlelight. I think we have our longest paint chip phrase ever this week and so as part of the challenge I’d like you to be sure to use that one plus at least three more in your poem. And while I could use some humor or cheering up, I won’t hold it against you if your poem takes a somber tone.
This may be my last submission for a few weeks.