Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Writers’ Pantry #27:  “We’re Halfway There!”  (posted by Rommy)

This world slips
slowly away
from me. Once
I had a tight
grip, knew who
I was, what my
next step
would be. Now,
bombardment of
new inventions,
and technologies.
Cannot grasp.
Arthritic fingers
will not reach. My
brain begs for words
that slip away
like a rubber tube
drifting in water.
I miss me. Is this
world truly slipping
away or am I?

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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7 Responses to Grasping

  1. Oh, I can so relate! Especially those arthritic fingers which make typing so laborious now, and typos ever more likely. And then there are the times I catch myself in astonishing feats of absent-mindedness. I do hope we both manage to stay grounded and functional! (On the other hand, there are things in the world today that I don’t mind slipping away from occasionally.)


  2. Kathleen says:

    Beautifully put, my friend.


  3. Kathleen says:

    Beautifully put.


  4. Susie Clevenger says:

    I think all of us are doing a bit of slipping these days


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