What’s in an age?


Sorry that the prompt is going up a bit later than usual. I’ve been having problems with my arm and haven’t been typing much at all.

Here’s that prompt though:

Write a poem about aging. You can talk about going from childhood to adulthood, from being a baby to being a toddler, the fear of aging…etc…the choice is yours.

Make sure to write it and either share on this post or link back to this post so we can read what you wrote.

Check out what each is doing and share! Let’s build this community. All links will be added to this year’s digest.

Also on Fridays we have  a conversation here at The Reverie. Last week I invited you to an open mic night. Are you coming?

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Have fun and share this post!

6 thoughts on “What’s in an age?

  1. Three decades of darkness

    Enshrouded in tenebrous rivers of Tartar
    The alpha decade is baptized in fiery tar;
    Its chaotic purity is unseen and unique.
    Enthralling and antique,
    An ethereal soul starts an adventure
    At the end of time; fleshes prepare for apocalyptic departure…

    The glyphs are read, spoken and disembodied
    In a decade of encoded mists;
    The cryptic eclipse rises beyond thirteen heavens
    And dawns tormented on wings of ravens;
    A gaze scorches in radiation of eerie twists,
    As echoes of annihilation embrace the ration… at last the thoughts have died!

    The omega particles of twilight are now active
    In burlesque waltzes… every move a shadow to revive…
    They embody deep within him in the last of the three decades –
    The one that was chronicled by prophets for when the light fades:
    The dawn of Akasha’s immortals is now upon all!
    All innocents at the occult throne’s marble feet sinfully fall;
    By chemical poison of words his quill enslaves the Goths;
    While everything corrodes and unholy rots,
    His muses are queens to rule fiendish creatures beyond masquerades.



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