Sexagenarian Sagacity
Six. It seems like such a small number. That’s how many decades I have lived on this planet; three score; sixty years and counting.
When I survey the old lady in the mirror I see a face that is suddenly wrinkly and fuzzy like a peach. My hair is thinning. My belly is softening. My steps are more measured. My eyesight is fading. But there is a glimmer still, and a sense of contentment.
My quest for the secret of life doesn’t hold the urgency it once did. I don’t need to know all the answers. Six decades, three score, goes by in a blink; a mere dot on page of history. But I have found happiness along the way. A moment’s happiness is more than enough.
pencil scratch hash marks
inch up an old wall, love notes,
lost baby teeth, pearls,
patent leather go-go boots,
random memories to keep
life in full measure
bursts of smoldering passion
settling to dust
~kat
A Haibun/Tanka/Haiku for Colleen Chesebro’s Poetry Tuesday Challenge. Prompt words this week are: Hunt and Find (there are a few thesaurus aliases in this piece :))
like mercury colliding... 
August 3rd, 2017 at 11:42 pm
I like the reflective mood of this piece. I especially like the peace and ease with self I get from it. Patent leather go-go boots brought a smile to my face:) I also like the tanka and haiku combo. Nice work Kat:)
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August 3rd, 2017 at 11:45 pm
Thank you so much. I wanted it to feel like a conversation. 😊
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August 4th, 2017 at 12:39 am
Passion will get renewed for different stuff! I believe people start living for themselves at that age. The capping haiku is beautiful.
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August 4th, 2017 at 6:37 am
Indeed! ❤️ thank you Reena.😊
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August 4th, 2017 at 10:21 am
I’m with you on this, being 61. The old lady in the mirror is me, not my mother, but I am more philosophical than I was, say thirty years ago. Guess that’s Hubby’s influence though!
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August 4th, 2017 at 10:55 am
Another 1956 baby? I too am 61. ’56 was a very good year! 😊
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August 4th, 2017 at 12:42 pm
It was a good year for Champagne apparently, but not for cheese!
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August 4th, 2017 at 3:51 pm
😊
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August 4th, 2017 at 10:59 am
Kat this is a fine piece of prose and poetry. I am on the countdown to 60 myself and connected deeply to your words. The time seem to fly from age 50 to 60. In April, I reach that landmark birthday! Just know that we have aged like fine wine to become the writers and truth tellers of our day. Hugs to you my friend. ❤
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August 4th, 2017 at 11:49 am
I agree! We get better with age! 😊
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August 4th, 2017 at 9:16 pm
Absolutely! We are perfect examples of that for sure! ❤
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August 5th, 2017 at 10:52 am
Spectacular Self-Expression of one’s many years of Life, Living, Laughter- Love. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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August 5th, 2017 at 12:05 pm
Many years…that pass by in a flash! 😊
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August 6th, 2017 at 6:20 pm
1956 was good, I remember it quite well. I think I had my first girlfriend then!
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August 6th, 2017 at 9:53 pm
You were a few years ahead of me Peter. 😊
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