I am working on a book tentatively titled SLOW RIVERS: 60 Poems From My 60’s and am posting an early draft of the preface and the first poem this week. More information on the project follows the poem, below.
These poems were born in the loneliness of the COVID-19 pandemic, beginning in the spring of 2020. I began to keep a journal about events of that time but quickly gave up the project as too damn depressing.
I next began collecting all my poems in one place. Most of the poems were written more than 20 years ago – when I was in my 40’s – in the hope they might one day help future generations of my family to know more about me than simply the dates of my birth and death, the names of my wives and children, etc. If you are somewhere around my age – I’m 68 as I write this – you will understand my motivation.
I soon found myself writing new poems climbing out of bed each morning with energy and purpose. I have come to view the poems as a gift, and for the first time in my life I tell anyone who will listen that I write poems. I embraced the idea that it’s never too late to follow one’s passion and I began the pursuit. What are you waiting for?
1. [Let us grow old together] Let us grow old together. I'll carry a pocketknife and drive so you can knit. We'll nap and run endless errands, returning to our matching chairs to watch deer in the yard at dusk, and in the morning take turns banging on the window to scare away the starlings.
I will be another month or so choosing, organizing and rewriting poems, after which I will begin looking for a publisher or make the decision to publish the book myself. I chose this week’s poem to be the first poem and I don’t think that will change. I’m fond of this poem, and it sets the tone for a book examining life from an older person’s perspective. Do you agree?
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8 thoughts on “Watching Deer and Scaring Starlings”
I love this poem and can relate. Watching the critters from our country windows. Feeding the squirrels that jump on the windowsill letting us know they want peanuts.
Oh and the endless errands we run…
Looking forward to your book.
Thanks, Deb. Have a great Spring (it’s almost hear/or so I hear)
Love this one. It’s a lovely way to start. It captures your familiar love for each other.
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I agree, that’s the perfect first poem. And I love using poems as a way for family to know you better. It works and it’s special, what a gift you are giving us all! Keep it up. We love reading them.
Many thanks and wow!
I love your imagery, especially the juxtaposition of the knitting needles and pocketknife, that make it so vivid. Such a tender testament to a loving marriage.
I love this poem. It captures our lives in retirement or refirement as AARP was calling it a few years ago. You have lit your fire Joe, and in turn lights ours.
Thanks a million. You are very kind.