A Bitter Choice

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Choice
              (posted by guest host:  Christopher Reilley)
              and for:  Friday Writings #42

"And so fellow word wrestlers, you have the choice to craft a poem in any style, form, meter, syntax, rhyme scheme, line length, or formatting – having to do with the concept of choice."

Menu choices dizzy,
the mind–too busy.
Clothing is generally
age-related, how to
style up without looking
Beach or mountains?
Cabins or hotels with fountains?
Choose an occupation 
that will promote elation.
As we age, choices become
a serious matter–voices
in your head, and outside
are versed verbally by others
whom you consider wise.  But,
it comes down to you,
and what you can live with.
There is another person.
You hope not to worsen 
your life or his.
Safety blows its whistle
like a lifeguard on duty.
He declines, wanders,
falls, loses words,
and balance.  Now it
becomes a challenge.
He slips, you fade–
face drawn, pounds
falling off your body 
like dead flower petals.
Impossible to keep up
with it all.  Mentally,
you fall, stall on
decisions until the most
painful choice must be
voiced by you.  Accompanying
pain stabs at your gut,
and brain, questions your
mind as now you find
you're on your own.  The old
choices seem petty,
and you do not have a menu.


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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