When Aging Rushes In

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #267 – “Begun Too Soon”

“We have entered November. Thanksgiving looms, but it is over-shadowed by what has begun on the music radio/streaming sites. Christmas music has infiltrated the airwaves and there’s nothing we can do about it, save for turning it off. But if you’re of the inclination, by all means … enjoy.

Many people believe it all begins too soon. Think of something you believe starts too early, too soon … before its time. Write it! Make sure it’s in the form of a poem!”

I was a little kid
bringing home armloads
of drawings from Kindergarten.

Zipped into grade school,
had my first crush, and a
brush with a teacher.

School wanted me to skip
a grade. I refused. Mom
upset; panic attacks begin.

Whoosh! I am eighteen, all-
knowing, running off to
Mississippi to marry

my boyfriend in the Air Force,
against everyone’s wishes.
Ended before I turned twenty.

Whirled in a succession of live-
ins, lovers, psychos, drugs, and therapy.
Most of one year, I do not remember.

Now I am married nearly forty
years–an old broad. Why couldn’t
my middle years have lasted longer?


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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