Learning How Hard Life Can Be

Written for:  Poetic Asides #449
“For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Learning (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Learning to Love,” “Learning to Forget,” “Learning More Than I Ever Thought I’d Need to Know About…”

Each day age is at
forefront, body
like falling dominos,
old cars when parts
begin to rust. My friends
and family are shrinking–
not just in size,
but in number. I jump
at the sound of a ringing
phone late at night. I worry
that I am not busy
enough, my head stuffed
with Mom’s voice, “You have
to be productive.” Each day
age is at forefront,
and I still wonder
who I am.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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