My body reminds me that I am my body,
My body is me, as a tree is a tree.
Should I, at times, have a mind to disagree,
My body reminds how it feels to be me.
My body speaks when a thought arises,
How and from where always surprises.
My thought says "move," and my body complies,
Or my body moves 'fore my thought apprises.
My body reminds me of entropy,
A law of nature, a stark decree.
Life is unique, yet nothing is free—
Disorder increases, degree by degree.
A threadbare coat frays at the seams,
A weathered barn sags with rotting beams.
An empire falls with failing regimes,
A dream is a dream—and only a dream.
My body reminds me that I am my body,
My body is me, as a tree is a tree.
Should I, at times, have a mind to disagree,
My body reminds how it feels to be me.
2 comments:
Was this, perhaps, inspired by my poem about aging? Or do I presume? Your poem brings to mind Robert Frost … the rhyme scheme, the folky wisdom and the repetition of the first stanza. I didn’t know you were a fan of Frost?
Yes and yes. It’s a direct response to your poem, and probably influenced structurally and rhythmically by Frost. I’m a huge fan of Frost. The accessibility, precision and depth of his craft.
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