Age is definable but never still–
we try to hold it back, but still
our age continues to rise
We linger in the still dreams lost
ages ago, unable to move on,
still refiguring the past
Must we always be aging children?
still youthful to our inner mirror, but
aged into bitters
Into a stillness of chimeric eternity,
searching for an ageless portal
stilled beyond time
Day 21 of NaPoWriMo asks for repetition. I’m not sure this is exactly what they had in mind, but it’s where I ended up.
K. 
This is haunting like a reverse Dorian Gray.
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I think it’s hard not to be haunted by aging, even if we make our peace with it.
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I like the video collage with the song. Still has so many contexts. Good one to use to repeat.
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Thanks Jade. One of the perks of the English language!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Aging and the repeated still is very effective–and that Joni Mitchell with the various images of her is haunting. It’s perfect for your poem.
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Thanks Merril. It’s a song wise before it’s time. Too bad she can’t perform it now.
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Yes, it is.
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Love the depth. ‘must we always be aging children? ‘
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Thanks Jude. I hink in a way we always are.
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I suppose we are aging children whether we like it or not, but we don’t have to keep regretting the early stages when we didn’t know about regret.
I like it. There’s enough repetition in the ideas. You don’t have to keep repeating the same words.
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Thanks Jane. If only we knew then what we knew now…but it doesn’t ever work that way. You have to experience each stage in life as it occurs.
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