No more golden days

Posted byZoewiezoePosted inHearty Histories, Puzzling PoetryTags:, , ,

As fall begins to color the world around us –
I mourn the loss of color in mine.

I used to have golden days.

Shimmering, bright,
filled with an energy that fueled my world.

They used to be golden days.

Then distance set in,
‘Tween you, me and the world.
While dark greys color the hours.
And even though I set out to live –
It just feels like passing by.

Because there are no more bursts of color,
since the start and end –
of these golden days.

31 thoughts on “No more golden days”

  1. You’re golden to those whose days you brighten.

    I’ve missed most of the waves other people ride, and am still trying to catch colours I don’t feel I’ve seen at their best yet.
    I figure there will be goldens and blues and freaky rusty reds and streetlight oranges and yellows waiting to surprise you…
    or even elephants,
    migrating off-message pathways not unlike the ones you walk:

    “Watching a documentary about elephants – about their migrations across the African wilderness… about the way they fondle the bones of dead elephants with their trunks, perhaps mourning old friends… The person sitting next to me is holding my hand with fragile fingers as we watch, reminding me of migrations we took together, in secret places they don’t make documentaries about…”

    (and no, I won’t be doing that again. I don’t have a stock of these so that one day I can say: “Aha! This is a job for the soulful singing giraffe!”)

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  2. SMiLes Honestly
    You Don’t Have
    To Do It
    But i
    Suggest Forest
    Dancing Naked
    In SandS And
    Sun CoLoRinG
    YoursELf
    Green
    NeW As
    Grass of
    Leaves
    True
    i Will SHoW
    You HoW iT Works
    Easily At the Beach
    At The End of
    My Blog Post
    Always Just
    Beginning
    In A GIF
    of
    my
    Wife at
    50 Hehe
    She doesn’t
    Even Now Have
    To Dance i Take
    Care of The
    Dance Now
    She Takes
    Care of me
    Fairy Tales
    Come True
    When We
    Become
    Green
    New 🍃Leaves

    -Pan

    Or

    -Peter
    What Ever

    Forest Trees Leaves

    Ocean Waves Water

    Naked Free of Course

    Tinker Bell Flies 🧚‍♀️
    Away Wendy Stays… 🧚‍♂️

    Green…

    At 50

    There are Many
    More Than 1 Tinker
    Bell 🛎 in All of my Posts…

    Meh..

    With Wings
    i Naturally Get
    Around too in Green…

    At 60…

    On A More Scientific
    Note: Moving Meditation
    (FreeDance) Is Literally
    A Fountain
    Of Youth
    In
    Flow
    Even
    Regenerating
    Gray Matter in our
    (More than 50 Shades)
    Brains Free Flow Writing
    ✍️ Meditation Even
    Greater Dancing
    In Flow With
    Fingers
    Playing A
    Keyboard
    Now Every
    New Stroke Every New
    Step A New Connection
    Of Mind A New Color
    Of Soul
    Never
    Ever
    Moving
    Just one Way

    To

    Stagnant

    And Rotting Stale

    Mate…

    Breath 🌈🌊🍃

    JusT A Note: Got Nearly
    A Photographic Memory
    For Text it’s Worth
    Noting That
    140 And Plus
    IQ Measures
    None of this
    CoLoRinG
    Human
    Intelligence…

    In Other Words
    i have A Good
    Idea WHere
    You are
    Coming
    From as i
    Achieved 80
    Years-Old
    Eternally
    More at 21
    Years-Old
    Earning 3 College
    Degrees Going No
    Real Human Place
    Of Value in Eternal
    Youth Loving
    Always New
    Colors Trapped
    In That SMart
    Place
    Of
    Brain
    No ART
    Think
    With No
    Colors At All…

    Took me 53 Years
    To Literally
    Figure
    Out
    How
    Dead High
    Standard IQ
    Rises Standard
    Indeed A First Clue
    i Don’t Have to Dance
    Or Sing Any Style But

    Free

    The

    Color Of
    Green Wings…🧚‍♂️

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