Not Dead Yet
Today
I know
Senescence is not
Putrescence With age I
ripen I do not rot
Burnished by life, shining brightly I
Dance wildly, bending, weaving, supple I twirl
Letting life spin me until I topple in
A heap of delight, knowing who I am now
Messy, complex, sagacious, silly is who I am meant to be.
3 thoughts on "Not Dead Yet"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
You used senescence in a sentence…lol….I love this, all of it.
I like “sagacious” and the heap shape of the poem
Yes! I feel like I might be getting a little overripe these days tho 😏