Category Archives: Poetry
The poetry goes on
The work of eldering goes on. :- Doug.
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Eldering is the poetry
Eldering is the work—the poetry—the elder is doing for humanity—and that done upon the elder. :- Doug.
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Beautiful poetry or major
As the difference between beautiful poetry and major poetry is a felt change of consciousness, so the difference between the aging and the eldering. :- Doug.
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the whispered call
We cannot know for ourselves how wise nor how conscious we are: we can only walk daily in that direction, allow ourselves to be touched, hear the whispered call. :- Doug.
Posted in Eldering, Healing and Wholeness, Poetry
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some accept
Eldering is threshold some accept to cross transcending middling projects confronting larger sweeping :- Doug.
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seclude in nature
seclude in nature one on all there is finding ineffable :- Doug.
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Nor even to remember
We don’t need elders to fight Nor even to remember Rather to show us a longer view :- Doug.
Posted in Alzheimer's and other dementias, Eldering, Poetry
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Lone leaf on bare branch
Lone leaf on bare branch, blown: life goes around and through: fly away; and I :- Doug.
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More about more
As a poet-caring lawyer my task is not to learn more and more about less and less; rather more and more about more and more. :- Doug.
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More than an achy body
More than an achy body Are you ready to give up strength and immortality To teach in a new way? :- Doug.
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Mom and Dad and spouse have died
Mom and Dad and spouse have died there is no old homestead to which to return we can make our home here if we choose among this people :- Doug.
If you cannot sleep
If you cannot sleep Then may your dusk and dawn be of life productive! :- Doug.
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A kaleidoscope of butterflies….
A threshold of elders :- Doug.
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zing like a bee
You speak at the speed of sound and move at the speed of light; by the time you hear me I am gone Float like a butterfly zing like a bee who are we, conversingly? :- Doug.
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Harvest chapters
The last chapters The harvest chapters :- Doug.
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Grey at the temples
Grey at the temples adds to many a life the play of new colors :- Doug.
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