Refill Enthusiasm's Cup

You speak of your advanced years as if the creases earned by endless smiles could erase beauty. You are the wish your hope once hung on the northern star when faith chased dreams without fear. Whenever life took the narrow path of black and white you knew a yellow brick road lay beyond the monochrome.

Refill enthusiasm’s cup and drink the joy of being an ageless spirit in a culture obsessed with chasing youth. Wisdom is the silver in your hair; the lessons learned shining boldly in blue eyes, your words that heal. You are the today someone needs to guide them into their tomorrow.


©Susie Clevenger 2014

This was inspired by a revisit to Kerry's Wednesday Challenge, November 16, 2011, Prose Poetry.

Margaret's Play It Again Toads, #9

Comments

Margaret said…
Lovely - it has such tender-hearted reassurance. Which prompt was this from?
brudberg said…
So good if we could use the whiteness of our hair to wit and wisdom,
hedgewitch said…
One hopes it can be like that indeed. Eloquently expressed, and softly comforting.
Susie, I was having this conversation with someone at the art center yesterday. Love your take on aging, and I share it. Everyone around me is all about retiring and being cranky about aches and droning on about operations... and here I am, at 58, peeking around the corner, offering good advice to those who seek it (I spin it directly out of the silver in my own hair), and generally gulping down my share of life. Such are some of us, usually the artists!! Loved it. Amy
Gillena Cox said…
Lovely write

Much love...
Fireblossom said…
Spirits can grow stronger and more beautiful with age. You've captured that here.
Hannah said…
Much wisdom in this and the closing line is so true. Excellent, Susie!
ZQ said…
Bravo! Let us go !
ZQ
:-)
Anonymous said…
Super nice thoughts, and true, though the older I get, the less likely I believe I will get to a place like this! Lovely though! k .
You are the wish your hope once hung on the northern star- what a great line. There are many of those here and it is just for us to recognize the truth of this wisdom and step into our place as elders.
Kathryn Dyche said…
This is such a beautiful write. I'll think of this next time I see a wrinkle or white hair.
Kerry O'Connor said…
This is so profound, Susie. I am pleased you found inspiration in one of my older challenges.
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Susie, this is really beautiful, and I especially love the idea that an aging person is "the today someone needs to guide them into their tomorrow. Gorgeous.
Jim said…
Hi Susie ~~ Just to visit to day, not current post. This is a neat little prose poem. Sometimes I call something I write a prose poem but often I think it doesn't fit the mold for that form, loose as it is.

I was going to do the sit and meditate for a thought to come (Ella's) but right now I am OUT, even had something in mind after my four minutes and quiet stuff. Maybe someday. I am writing Saturday's and Thursdays on my other blog, not poetry of any form.

Mrs. Jim came home from the hospital and rehab (partial hip transplant) Friday and my days stay full as of yet.
http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2014/09/six-word-saturday.html
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