What if I have written it all away?
All those important things I had to say,
And my creative mind fades in aging?
Should this old woman sit silent?
Observing only, as life’s passions relent?
And ambitions fray beyond assuaging?
Is this the day I’ve become irrelevant?
A life of experience now, an impediment?
As youths fires of souls in mind raging!
Old marries alone; aging artist is eccentric.
Cutting edge technique, an olden-day trick!
Museum dust, archived tomes arranging.
Inside this graying head ideas still burn!
Refined, honed, tested, polished; Taciturn,
Waiting for perfect moment, right paging.
Old woman’s color fades into the background…
Expert hand trembles to write words profound.
Perfect gems require no salacious packaging.
Does age purify the art of the creative?
Or does it stagnate, cease; become vegetative?
Like me, is my art from life now, disengaging?
joyindestructible 
This is a question I ask myself quite often. I think that God uses us the most when we grow older, because He’s given us a lifetime of experience to draw from. BTW, your writing is beautiful!
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Thank you…I’ve felt pretty drained lately. I do hope God will continue to use me. Feeling useless isn’t a feeling I like at all.
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As long as you continue to give Him the glory, He will use you!
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Thanks, Kathy. I lost a lot of the feeling in my left hand last week. It makes it hard to type. I guess, it makes me think about having to give up writing…this letting go stage of life is hard.
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I know, right? I’m also undergoing some nerve issues with my right arm and hand. Maybe we should both keen to type with our toes.
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LOL!
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Woman! You cut that nonsensical nonsense out!! I have “woman’d” you…that means you are in BIIIGGG trouble sister!
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LOL! Like that’s anything new! I’m doing better this week. Just don’t ever expect pretense from me…
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Hi Vincent. Thank you.
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You’re very welcome!
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Thank you!
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Great questions. I have always admired those who can take a step, or three, back and look hard at themselves in evaluation. I think you and I are on the same page at the moment and I’m content to sit, watch, and listen.
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I noticed that too. I think we will both be writing again but there are times when it’s better to listen.
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Your art is alive and well, unto Eternity !
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Awww…you are a sweetheart!
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What a great write of introspection. This was so good, I had to read it twice to digest it.
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Thank you, lonely. I’m still thinking about you and your metaphor. It left me speechless but not unaffected. Very beautiful and original.
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Thank you so much for saying that. I kind of love that little write too. And I rarely love my work. Thanks. Be well.
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You do good work. Sometimes, you make me blush…which is probably good for my heart…your craftsmanship is top notch. You don’t have to get obnoxious or anything but please, accept your work as you accept yourself. Tell that inner critic to lay off a bit and stick to matters of right and wrong. That is if that inner voice functions correctly in that realm. I fired my inner critic and hired a new one.;-}
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I have always had a tough critic in my head. Probably goes back to my hard driving father. Thanks to my friends here in WordPress, this Chimp is learning to ignore him. Thank you for the supportive words.
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That critic is a flat out liar.
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lol Thanks
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Your poem has quite a life in it because it brings us reminder of the doorstep with eternity
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Thank you, Jim.
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If this poem is an indication of what you are at whatever age, you have a lot left to work with. Keep it coming.
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Oh…thank you, Oneta.
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This made me stay and think for while.
Yes! its true one shall feel so.
What to do we are ‘in this Stupid body’.
For you to read it once again.
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Be good and in good health, I pray.
Shiva
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Thanks for the prayer Shiva. I need them. I do feel a bit trapped in a broken body right now but this too will pass. I will continue to reach for life. God bless.
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the particular URL did not appear its on my Poetry and Photo menu post name
“…in the stupid body.”
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Dear Pam!
Read other latest posts, your comments are of esteem.
https://theshivasponder.wordpress.com/2016/04/19/oh-my-angel-manifest/
https://theshivasponder.wordpress.com/2016/04/11/healer-of-the-broken-hearts/
https://theshivasponder.wordpress.com/2016/04/21/appreciation-is-the-one-that-makes-the-other-end-happy-2/
see you at my end.
Shiva
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Wow! that is how I felt trying to get on top of everything. Please pray for my dear friends here. We have been friends since school the 3 of us. My friend Nola came home from hospital last week, her husband Kieth had to send her back to hospital as she fell almost immediately. She has had 3 brain operations, diabetes, and scoliosis. They are a couple that deserve to have a retirement and probably never will, she is only 64. She does have depression, going through what she has gone through is it any wonder. Her husband is a gem he sits with her in hospital 8hrs a day then goes home and does the housework. I went into Adelaide last week to see them the first time for over 16 months as I could not drive, it took me 2 days to get over, I would love to find the energy to go help him as they helped me so much, sticking by me supporting me.
The post is excellent, I truly wondered how the mind holds up when you are going through anything while I was sick.
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I have always been wondering if you also create the artworks that you attach to your blog posts. If you do, just WOW… if you don’t, still wow, you have a refined taste in art.
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No…I use older pieces that I find online. I’m glad you enjoy them.
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I do love to paint though…and teach children.
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Very poignant. I read this over and over again and even though I have no answers to these questions, I know that God doesn’t stop using us. He will always make ways 🙂
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Hi Jacqueline:0) Yes, even if we end up bed ridden we can pray. At my age, I am beginning to feel distant from many things going on today in society and I sometimes wonder if what I say still has relevance. But who knows, maybe I’ll go to AZ, they’ll fix me, and I’ll come back to be the Grandma Moses of the literary world.:0)
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You have a way of making me laugh. You won’t make a bad Grandma Moses. Not at all 🙂
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Thank you, sweetheart.:0)
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Thank you for all the re-blogs oldpoet 56 and welcome to joyindestructible.com. God bless and keep you always.
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This poem is brilliant.
You haven’t lost anything in your writing ability, you have gained. I remember first reading your guest posts on another blog five years ago. Your writing today is better than it was then.
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Thank you. That was a very different kind of writing. I’ve worked hard on my writing but I think creative writing is what I’m meant to do rather than straight informational writing.
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