Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #304
My Life In Words

"Your auto-biography begins here. Break up your life (up to this point in time) into three chapters. Give each chapter a title.
Write three brief poems (one for each title). For added pats on the back, give your “book” a title as well (the title of your three chapter story)."


Mississippi Blues

Eighteen year-old
air-force wife.
Not the life
I imagined,
not a place
to feel comfortable.
Lonely
in a small space,
fighting
off panic attacks
when other wives
ask me to join
them. After a while,
they stopped asking.
Within a month
I see my life
as a great mistake.

Journey To Portland

Again my judgement
is clouded
by wants of another.
Complaints unbearable.
We move, knowing
one couple–friends
for forty years.
At first, I love
rides along the
coast, seeing post-
card beaches, Mt. Hood,
exploring antiques,
farmer's markets,
and myriad of art.
One year later,
friend's husband
dies. My own becomes
reclusive.  I yearn 
to be with family
and friends, as holidays
come and go. Husband
continues to slip into
depression. We return
to New York.

The Oddness of Aging

My writing blossoms,
brings me a varied
group of virtual friends
with which to share
poetry and emotion.
My sister and I are
closer. We have
fun trading books,
returning to the gym,
and taking long
invigorating walks.
The mirror shows
me the fault lines
in my face, reminding
me of how long I have
been on this earth.
I remove my glasses;
everything softens.
Wild to think I am in
the last age box
in every survey. They
haven't counted me
out yet.

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