a blurry reflection in wintry pond
from my pocket something priceless falls
“plop” is the sound I hear
I consider as it silent calls
“ninety years is too soon”
says old, wizened but sharp of mind
two wives I never intended to bury
for the century mark, I have time
I ponder his possibilities
friends mostly gone
better save your pennies
your days are long
a blurry reflection in wintry pond
from my pocket something priceless falls
“plop” are its last words
I consider as it silent calls
Sharing this with Poet’s United the prompt this week Nineties
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penned in moon dust 
One of our most precious gifts is often tossed away…sadly.
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SURE HOPE IT WASN’T THOSE CAR KEYS!!!!!?? 😀
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
HOW POETIC!!!! 😀
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Interesting poem, Leslie.I like the rhythm. 🙂
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This is absolutely gorgeous writing Leslie ❤ especially adore the repetitive lines 🙂
Hugs and Kisses ❤
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“A blurry reflection in wintry pond”…………wonderful poem of old age, Leslie. Beautifully done.
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beautiful imagery here…
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Masterful story telling here! It is transporting with the visual language you crafted.
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__There is an old saying that titles someone’s words that express a deep feeling, “leaving your two cents.” At the end of each visit to my Mom and Dad’s memorials, I hide two pennies twixt the stone’s edges, and the earth.
“Leaving my two cents.”
at each stone
pennies speak of care
my two cents
_m
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