reflection

Doing More Of What Makes Me Happy

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DOING MORE OF WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY

As I’ve gotten older (now nearly fifty)
I’ve shifted my goals, becoming quite thrifty.
Responsibility, after all, comes with a cost
for too many years, moderation was lost!
So many things to get me off track, while
I now focus on what makes me smile.

Life has become too packed and too busy
all work and no play is making me dizzy.
Those around me, have learned the look
of when it’s time for my crayons and book!
So many things to get me off track, while
I now focus on what makes me smile.

The tensions that build in my shoulders and neck
tell me it’s time to get my stressors in check.
So it’s off to the gym, or to yoga for me!
Or one of my favorites, a class of Tai Chi!
So many things to get me off track, while
I now focus on what makes me smile.

2016-06-15
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Bloomings – INFORM POETS: COLLINS SESTET

For those who haven’t seen it, I’ve been blogging about my last year in my 40s. I’ll be 50 in September – and my goal is to be happier at 50 than I was turning 49. In case you’re interested, here’s the blog: Before 49 Turns to 50.

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Fifty Years In Seven Days

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FIFTY YEARS IN SEVEN DAYS

sunshine smiling down
on pigtailed girl as she reads ~
childhood on the farm

storms were brewing on
not so distant horizon ~
household divided

nearly straight A’s
by graduation day ~
hard work pays off

some things are given
while other things are taken ~
childhood was ended

twenty-nine years pass
into year number thirty ~
milestone or millstone?

leaving the Midwest
for hotter desert pastures ~
family comes first

I wasn’t ready
for Dad’s diagnosis ~
death came knocking

2016-06-06
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Bloomings – PROMPT 185 – What A “Week” It Was!

The prompt was to write a series of seven haiku — covering a week. Instead of doing a consecutive week, I first considered doing a series of seven that covered the lifespan (the “ages of man”) in the universal sense. However, I ended up seeing images in my mind — snapshots of life. So, my series covers fifty years instead of seven days. And — while these seven stanzas are haiku-like, I do not pretend to have any skill in writing real haiku. That takes more time to master than the short 5+ years I’ve been writing poetry.

Puzzled

Image from: 4freephotos.com

Image from: 4freephotos.com

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PUZZLED

When I was young, I
had an idea
of what my life would
look like. Each day, each
year, each decade has

instead, pieced my
life into a
picture I had
not been planning.

At nearly
fifty: no
husband or

children.
It’s just

me.

2016-06-01
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Bloomings – INFORM POETS: DIMINISHED HEXAVERSE

and Poetic Bloomings – Prompt 184: Games People Play