Still Skating

A frozen pond was where
My social life began
Holding a willing woolen
Mitten as she and I would glide
Round lantern lit ice
On a glistening pond
Made glass smooth watered by
Early morning efforts of volunteers
Shoveled as snow would fall by all

Now on inline skates
My pond's a parking lot
Empty this evening but
Lit by halogen lamps
Not nearly as fetchingly flickering
the woolen mits gone replaced
By wrist braces elbow and knee pads
A protective helmet now my touque
My graceful glide now
Muted to a stuttering stagger

Yet the hand I hold is constant






Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-20 at 13:08

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You nailed this one, Joe. It's great, start to finish. It begins with a tender memory, moves to the loss, then finishes with one unexpected, triumphant line. Really nice.
2015-04-22


Bob
Great stuff!! Tender with so much love and trust.
2015-04-21


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nice. Memories keep us alive and never die. The only thing that is constant in this world is change. We remain time travelers trapped in our minds. Thank you for sharing this memory.
2015-04-21



I like this too, Joe. I enjoy where it takes me as I read, from the glistening pond to the parking lot, linked by your final line. I empathise with your ability to find something constant – some 'joy for ever', perhaps – in life as it changes through circumstances and time.
Applause!
2015-04-20



The things that matter, truly matter are constant:)
This is beautiful Josephus loving memory to treasure and tho time has moved on and is not as magical you can celebrate the fact that you lived the magic:)
Bookmarked!
2015-04-20


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I skate - thin ice - to ege
I dont glide a long - nay
Do I
All arms and legs
Only just not avoiding
Ending on my prat end
Ken D
2015-04-20


countryfog
A haiku master, after reading a young writer's effort, said "yes, but where is the "aha" moment." This begins as a Norman Rockwell scene, and then comes the "aha" moment. It's about getting old - both you and the world - but there is a wonderful indomitability about not giving in, still doing what one loves as best one can.
2015-04-20