if I am like my dreams, metamorphosing
then where is my life headed
I embrace this dawn of a new era
suddenly I’m the oldest in the room
people offer their seats to me on the bus
“age before beauty” they say
holding the door open
to the other side
©️poem by Darlene (BonjourDarlene.com)
Bonjour !
These micro-poems are based on personal observations, pesky intrusive thoughts, and general anxiety about getting older.
It’s the end of January, so this is the last poem in my 50-word poem series. Thank You for allowing me to self-indulge and share my poems with you this month! I appreciate all of your thoughtful feedback. 🫶🏼
It’s back to my “regular” programming: posts about my favorite French-inspired things, as well as books, chocolate, music, movies, postcards, and more.
As always, thanks for reading!
This poem is from my poem-a-day series (January 2024).
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Happy to have read through all of your poems every day this January! This poem is a good one to close it out. Thanks for sharing them all, Darlene!
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I wanted to end the series on an optimistic note! 😊 Thank you for reading my poems, Rebecca!
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Bonsoir Chere Darlene, You didn’t just finish under the wire, you crossed the finish line with a flourish.You gifted us with thirty-one days of prose that seemed liked being handed a daily rose. Merci beaucoup. I hope you put your thirty-one days of opening up your heart and soul in a safe place so you can look back and cherish the pleasure you brought to so many of us.I would hold the door open for you just to see next unbelievable thing you will share with us. Don’t stop doing what you are doing.
Sincerely, Rusty
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Bonjour Rusty, thank you for the kind and encouraging words. Bon week-end !
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