One more day
I did not contact him
That makes almost
two months

I measure my healing now
in moments of time~
I count the days
when I stopped
reaching out.

Ok I will be totally honest here. This post and thought started due to a younger man ...who is obviously enamoured with me-- I think, due to my sharing me being a 60's-70's hippie. Free love and all that.

I am somewhat of the same mind set but not like back then.

YET

He has suffered greatly...tortured even, by his own gvt before he came to the US

Then he meets someone like me...daily.

He never knew freedom till US

So I think he just loves the thought of freedom in general. I was prob the worst and yet best example of it...

Our country has many refugees.

Emotional maturity though, happens at various ages due to one's experience.

For example, I can meet a man for the first time; a man on a blind internet type date- around my age. All he talks about is stuff he thinks will impress me, like financial crap.

To me, he has the emotional status and insecurity of a 5 yr old talking about how many pennies he collected.

I'm nearly convinced wisdom is not at all age-oriented as much as it is experience-orientated.

And older ones *should have wisdom just by virtue of their years on this planet.

Yet, I am now finding such wisdom-a peace & love desire, in some younger ones, due to their rather harsh experiences with other than that.

It's a strange thing....somehow my generation failed, though we all had the best of intentions.

And sometimes, a younger one looks up to us.....like we did, back then, for an answer. For love, even.

Maybe I have said too much. Maybe I haven't said enough.

Just asking for this community-input.

The all too common scenario of rich older man with young babe has presented for a long time. With reactions all too common.

But what of an older woman, who has a young heart/look still, (not rich) and a younger man shows serious interest?

Not that this question or answer may even matter to them...

Anyone remember that song with lyrics..

-Young girl get out of my mind-

But I am not inquiring about ages below 20 even. Still....what is y'alls opinion about an older women with a younger man....who both feel love. Is it still tabu? Cougar judged?

They can stop
because
they never did

"half birth and half death"

You so nailed it, right there.

So is *that what bikers are feeling?

Never rode one, or on one.
My father had to deal with situations
of injuries, legally. He made me promise never to get on one. Never have.

I can appreciate responsible riders, though.

Even so, it's mostly the idiots on the road...
Who do damage.

Be safe...swerve away from idiot others please.

Bike rider's bravery on the road
is something!

I cannot even ride a roller coaster without great panic!

Be blessed, be safe bro.

I recognize a lyricist in you.

Your style is: lyricist.

Do you play any instrument
to accompany your words?

Something to consider with your gift...
Submit your lyrics to some already known singers/ artists through an agent.

Or even better...if you know someone who needs lyrics and even just plays guitar.

What a strange life
since a widow

Children raised,
gone,
on their own-
with families of their own.

The feeling not to intrude
while needing all their daily voices
is my accomplishment
and my lesson

I must have my own life

find some part of me
before all the many years of them
and him

A full memory proceeding freely!

I think I shall decorate my new home
(as I sit watching cold walls
and drab carpets)
With vibrant colors-
EVERYWHERE

Woven tapestries bursting
purples, teals, hot pinks, and blues

for that truly
is my life.

Yes, I have moved
again. ⚘

And just to add one truth...

He is raising everyone. To make things right.

Making things right
IS
the u blblical definition of justice.

Cherry--

Somewhere within all you wrote, was something very specific and on point to my situation. Something very personal only he and I would know- and God.

Thank you so much for responding. No doubt in my mind, heart and spirit...you gave me something from God.

This has been a hard two years for me. Hoping and Letting go.

You women here are beautiful.

I dunno how to do the flower thing yet...

but Bluebonnets will arrive when I get computer savy.

https://youtu.be/jwkNAJBwoEA

Still, something I would like to express...
(any poetry I've shared here so far, except one, was just in this moment...here.). Like this.

I'm mostly and mainly a reader of others' thoughts/poems/theologies (God interests me greatly)
- yet, am rather quiet, in general. Reading another's poems here though... triggered, or probably more accurately expressed, helped me along to this meditation.


I'm not exactly sure how it happened
when loss made sense
in this woman's mind

It was not time that helped

Yet, the moment came

the sand clinging to my toes-
the brutal rejection-
was not due to my inability to love
was not due to my lack of physical
Or
inner beauty
was not due (surely ! ) to my age
He is a bit older..which I dig... 60's hippies

( not good enough, for him, I thought...
so thought less of me. )

I was so ready to love again.
He was not.
I'm sure he has his reasons.
Reasons I only hear
when his romantic side
releases in songs he writes. Just to say...

Some people are ready to love again.
Some are not.

This time around...I will be more careful.

Thank you, fellow writers. Things you have shared have helped/ are helping me. :)

ELO's Telephone Line

https://youtu.be/XKElk9zTB04

Nowadays...we might change the phrase to...
Internet Line
;)

Just wondering if it is allowable to post a link to a funny YouTube video?

Luv it!

In dealing with my brother's suicide, I found peace when I finally understood that I was not -his mind/emotions, though I loved him above all on Earth, my whole life.

His choice, and suicide is a choice, was not what I would have ever believed he would choose.

But he did. At 36 yrs old, I received his body, the police sent to me. To bury.

My big brother. So good looking. So kind.

People make their choices, maybe in their weakest moment.

I know this much. God is merciful and not to worry on that issue.

I also know that there is peace to be found, in Christ, when you let them go to His nail scarred hands and trust in the resurrection and all He accomplished, for all.

He is the Saviour of all mankind, especially those who believe.
1st Timothy 4:10

Peace to you.

Yes, the poets knew
then, as now
the flight of love
the dance
the colors of fall
the torment of winter's kiss

That love only
rights the wrongs
whether given
or received

The Masterpiece
of Luv
some found etched,
carved and bruised
in flesh

God's work of art
A Son.

Recognizing
when the dream
turns to an
un-welcomed page
which reads:
The End

is the most brave

any true lover
must then be

((Ladywind7))

Thank you; except for getting the flu from my grandchildren on Christmas, and into the New Year, the festivities were lovely.
:)

About dreams...a definition of dreams I recall from a college course I once took...is,
" A dream is a picture of our feelings."
( from our waking state)

Just last night I actually dreamt *somewhat symbolically. And it was a rather cool dream, easily interpreted, for me. So I wonder why I felt the need to use symbols. The human mind is a strange place!

I have, for years, entertained the thought or desire to open a cafe. In my dream, I found a place to rent ( to live) that had a seemingly endless connection of rooms, all with different styles of tables and chairs. When I attempted to arrange them all properly, in one room, another room would appear, with more tables and chairs...all out of place. So I'd leave a room unfinished, and hurry on to get the new one in order.

Colors...styles...sizes...all so vastly different from one another. I could not keep up.

Then, the owner led me to an old helicopter landing pad beneath the entire property. Weird! That aspect of the dream remains veiled to my waking- state-understanding.

However, I can see how that might make an interesting concept for a story. To put that in a poem prolly would not work.