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He envisions a wrinkled time and place
he does not know,
does not care to know,
a cheerless age absent sunlight
or the healthy scent of life remembered.
Dull edges of his mind attempt
to slice through acrid doubts that screen him
from the vigor of a sweeter age,
a time of fleeting youth on the wing.

He gropes through senescent haze
in silent search
of the day of the week.

Fitful hours recur more and more frequently
as his muddled mind slips through
the tarnished screen
of a narrow opening on the night,
guided by an insistent but gentle nudge
to a secluded time and place where
phantom shadows cling to tenuous days.
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Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
in the darkness
of veiled passage
I am aged slumbered
within my mind
knowing the perils of "Senectitude"...
Much Love & Inspiration
Embraced With Love To Widen "narrow opening on the night"
Reviewed by John Coppolella
Nothing wrinkled or old here, rather Gene has given us a taste of a timeless medley of this wise old poet's regaling with tears of yesteryears lamented again and again.

Rockie Coppolella

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
you have away with words and expression mean Gene
Reviewed by Nordette Adams
A skillful poem on aging. It reminds me of my poem The Mermaids Singing Hush, however, that one is about my father.

I felt this poem.
Reviewed by Cryssa C
The murky haze of aging and memories...intertwining with regret, peace, & childhood joys.
The last stanza was my favorite, especially the culmination of the last line.

Reviewed by blue soplain
transcendence does such things, im sure.....
such a thing you possess, i cant even begin. . .
> <
Reviewed by John Flanagan
A sharp and aware soul permeates this expressed haze, each phrase so appropriate to the theme, and the thrust of reality without any cloying sentimentality makes it a very fine thoroughly thought through poem.
Reviewed by Juliet Waldron
A long gray whisper of a poem! My theory is that we fall into the past when we can no longer keep up with the present. Write On!
Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
I aspire to be as good a writer as you are Gene. Your words twist and turn summer salts between the synaptic relays within my convoluted cortex. Blessings, J'nia
Reviewed by Liana Margiva
WONDERFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
I sometimes wonder, if I were able to get all those past years back, would I live them differently....and if so, how. Loved this, Gene.
Reviewed by David Hightower
Gene - Had to google the title, but your poem offers a better definition. Old age is not for wimps. Love the lines,

He gropes through senescent haze
in silent search of the day of the week.

and the imagery of:

Fitful hours recur more and more frequently
as his muddled mind slips through
the tarnished screen
of a narrow opening on the night,

Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce

This was a very expressive poem. You have execute your emotions and feelings about aging; but sometimes a person is only as old as he/she feels.

A well-expressed poem and well written!!!

Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Jon Willey
too easily I recall dismissing inordinate days like a drunk in an alcoholic haze -- letting time I did not have to spare, time that I would only later realize, was not an inexhaustible gift bequeathed to me by my creator -- waste away in pursuit of frivolities -- now, yes now, it is all so clear, when making amends is not an option that I am able to exercise,why? -- to those of us that have the misfortune of experiencing this waste of the greatest ignorance, your poem is poignant my friend -- as it is with all of our work, Gene, you have masterfully executed the intent of your mission, entertain, and inform -- excellent work -- may peace and love comfort you and give great joy to your every venture my dear friend -- JMW
Reviewed by Rose Rideout
The roads we have travelled through life, I believe was meant to be to get us to where we are today. Would I change that? NOOOOOO. Thank you for sharing your words Gene.

Newfie Hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
Sometimes looking back and realizing all the time that was given to fruitless adventures can be disheartening. A sort of, "if I knew then what I know now", yet we all needed those times to appreciate growing up too, nicely put....

Be always safe,
Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier
I can still remember all the days given away to foolish endeavors...a foolish youth so full of days I spent like no tomorrow...Great read Gene
Reviewed by F William Broome
Your title says it all, but I do relate to the last stanza..... in age, stage and rage! But, seriously, I am enjoying the hell out of older age... and it don't get much older than am I, me boy! A good and useful poem, Gene... now wat do I do with it; ask for a bailout???????????? - Bill
Reviewed by Kate Burnside
Yep, those of us of a certain age are feelin you, Darlin, in this write... Is there an AD Home for us to go to when our mental ink eventually runs dry... or amok... or out the door screaming?! Love Billy Collins take on this creeping aptitude or ineptitude we can't possibly side-step... do listen to this link with his poem, Forgetfulness... tis a hoot... or a howl, depending on how you feel about all this! :)) xx
Reviewed by stan nassano
Dang Gene,that poem sent a chill down my spine from the top of my head to my toes,i guess because of my recent bout of a serious health issues which gave me prelude of what it could be like,maybe sooner rather than later,,nice write..i put my robe on so now I'm warm again..... now ..carry on,
Reviewed by Ed Matlack
Don't they say, "your only as old as you feel", well this write makes me feel older than I am and scared to be going in that direction...Ed
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Being that I'm going to be 50 ... LOL I understand these lines, intimately. Well written, Gene.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Bonnie May
Very intuitive write for those of us that are aging, we all have felt the words of which you pen. Brilliant write Gene and gave me things to ponder. Love and hugs, Bonnie
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