Eli
It's not that bad... for me at least.
2011-04-13

ken d williams
Age is a mater what we decide it is. I never read of May West ever thinking's , worrying about her age. She was quite girl was , May West.
Ken D Williams
2011-04-12

Doreen Cavazza
Your work here is brilliant. Your word choices are perfect and the flow of this piece is very good. I'm finding myself without the proper words to express how much I enjoyed reading this, but I didn't want to pass it by without letting you know how much I enjoyed this.
2011-04-10

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2011-04-04

Lawrence Beck
I enjoyed this poem, Nancy. It's well-written and expresses a fine sentiment. Alas, though I share the sensation of diminished emotional intensity, I have no reason to believe that I left anything of myself with those I have loved, and I have nothing of theirs.
2011-02-06

Stan Cooper
Nancy....I'm 84 years young...and I know just what you
wrote about...and you wrote about it beautifully...

"Hearts pounding, mouths dry and bellies hot"...
I still get that way, but it's from indigestion

Enjoyed your write very much

xxx Stan
2011-02-05

Rob Graber
For some of us, it will stand,
For better or worse,
As blessing or curse,
As long as we do.

Undying indeed.
2011-02-04

You wrote that two and a half years ago, and it must still evoke the same sense of longing. If you meant to write a poem about heart ache, congrats, you succeeded. Though I don't feel old, tired, or numb, I feel the pang of that first stanza, and I always will.

People talk about—if I only knew then what I know now. I knew it then, I knew I had something that I would never have again, and I was right. Part of it was innocence, part of it was youth, part of it was mystery. The parts made something undying, something that seems to have become mythic.

Hey, good poem. Sets the old guys to thinking.
2011-02-04

NicholasG
To have an agile, vivid and astute memory can be a great tool in many things but it is also a heavy cross to bear. When all those shared discoveries and shared endorphin rushes arrive in our mind's eye it sometimes hits like a ton of bricks.
I enjoyed this despite where it leads my thoughts :-)
Thanks Nancy.
2011-02-04

countryfog
I know not your age nor does it matter, but this is a realization it took me many years to come to: loves and lovers come for a time, if we are fortunate and willing, and leave, and in the leaving is not just or even mostly the loss of them but of some part of us. Over the years enough parts slip away that "One sees desire not as something to satisfy but as something to live with." (William Bronk). Of "growing old, tired and numb", paradoxically numb hurts the most.
2011-02-04