Sunday, June 8, 2014

The Middle Years

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There’s something powerful
In the nostalgia
Of an old radio show,
Perhaps it’s the grandmother
And the great uncle
We hear in the muffled voices
Of bodies long-dead,
Ghost of their voice strings
Conjured to live again
In the existence of our ears,
Our heads, in the same old language,
Memory of a southern dialect
Sizzling like an antique transistor radio
Into our morning rituals
As we butter our toast just right,
Push the ache of our backs
Into eloquently-carved dining chairs,
A solitaire place-sitting for the single.
How loneliness at middle-age
Touches you, and your mother,
In almost the same way,
Crunching dates and numbers
Into a Fiber One breakfast,
Slumping into yoga pants
For the sheer, cotton pleasure
Of elastic comfort.
You smile at your ancient
Inner soul sister,
Shiny-eyed and decked in
Mary Janes and school-girl braids,
Embrace the life in times gone by
And bid those middle-years
A defiant, brittle-boned ‘hello.’

Written for prompts at Magpie Tales and Sunday Whirl.  Also to be shared at Toads for open link.

11 comments:

  1. They don't call it the "magic of radio" for nothing! Your poem reminded me of this video-clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZ43UC5tIOY It really is quite interesting to see, if you get a moment to view it.

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  2. whoa. the substance and honesty. great write

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  3. Strong, to the point and full of truth! I love it!

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  4. As we change it is essential to take our memories with us otherwise we find we find we are living with a dull old person...ourselves. How insightful and poignant this is.

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  5. that makes me wanna listen to some of the old radio shows again as well... we don't seem to have them over here so much but i remember some plays from back when i was a kid... very cool magic in this indeed

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  6. "How loneliness at middle-age
    Touches you, and your mother,
    In almost the same way"

    That's exquisite.

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  7. What a wonderful reminiscence..and yoga pants..ahh yes..a sheer joy...a beautifully evocative and tender poem..

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  8. Modern day repository of the racial memory , cave paintings of the age of oil.....

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  9. Ah... The sheer cotton pleasure makes me smile (and long to get out of my 'day' clothes). Really enjoyed this!

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  10. Yes...I relate here...a lovely treat as always...

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