Apr 9, 2016 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Green
Green to Grey, to Gold to Day
©April 9th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
When I was young
And I was green
I wished to be
Both heard and seen
Now, I am older
Greyer, golder*
I’d rather see
And hear, and be.
When I was young
And I was green
I thought that life was
Not a dream.
Now I am old
And I am cold
For I’m just floating
Down a stream.
When I was young
And green of heart
I lived in songs
And books, apart.
Now, in my age
I wish to join
The wise, the sage
– I have my coin!
My coin in hand
I hold so tight
I’m full-prepared
To greet the night.
For when the night
I greet at last
Cold boatman, will you
Let me pass?
For I am old
And I am gold
My so-called green
Has never been.
When all is done,
Here comes the sun
And come the dawn,
I’ll be long gone.
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*Yes, yes, I know there’s no such word as golder, but I decided to bend the rules of the language.
Note: Also cross-posting this one to NaPoWriMo
Tags: #Aging, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #The Daily Prompt, #TheDailyPost
Dec 4, 2014 Original Short Stories
Frost-Flowers, OR: Aging
©December 4th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Genre: _____________?
Word Count: 100 words
I remember when frost-flowers froze. Old Jack Frost put on his chill cloak of ice and snow, puffed his cheeks and blew out all life. Then, he fell down in a swound, and lay, eyes open to the sky, which reflected death right back into his eyes.
I remember once, when the earth had been green and pulsing with life. My friend and I would chase butterflies in the meadows, and thrill to the sound of birds, while we plucked wildflowers.
Now, memories are frosting over, covered with a thin film of despair.
I lay me down to rest now.
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her prompt-selection, and to Janet Webb for the lovely photo-prompt!
Tags: #Aging, #Friday Fictioneers, 100-word original short story based on a photo prompt, An Original Short Story by Vijaya Sundaram, Nostalia, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Apr 18, 2013 Original Poetry, Teaching and Learning
Soldier
©By Vijaya Sundaram
April 18th, 2013
Yes, the world goes on,
The earth swings herself tiredly
Around the sun, sluggishly
Around on her axis
And the tilt of her
And the lilt of her
And the will of her
And the thrill of her
Though she be tired
And old and leaden,
Reminds me that I, too
Must go on, tilting
And lilting, not
Wilting, but willing
To show up for duty,
Across and through a waiting
Universe.
For that is how it is,
Was, and must always
And forever be.
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Tags: #Aging, #NaPoWriMo, Planet Earth, showing up, Soldier on, tiredness