Potpourri Path

 

Senescence begins the day you are born —
though youth may eclipse it
with a potpourri path
kaleidoscopic and gleaming
like freshly cut kiwi.
You may seem to blaze every forward —
yet each year is but a slight caracol
toward the savage and rusty road of dependence —
Retaining full control of mind or body becoming
an uphill trek with each passing milestone.
The cure, the most potent balm being
the tickle of skin on skin,
a hand in your hand —
the tingle of love
and a dose of what is true.

This is a response to Shawna’s Melting Monday prompt at http://www.rosemarymint.wordpress.com and is also at Diverse Poets’ Pub at http://www.dversepoets.com!

17 thoughts on “Potpourri Path

  1. You are so strong with your endings: “and a dose of what is true” … That really sinks in.

    I love the “kiwi path” photo you found; that is so cool. 🙂

    Other than the ending, this is my favorite part:
    “yet each year is but a slight caracol
    toward the savage and rusty road of dependence”

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