Showing posts with label old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Arthritis

Stiffness in my fingers
an arthritic knot in my left thumb
bone rubbing on bone
cramping, snapping, aching pain,
ouches and creaks.
Must rethink how I use
these worn extensions.

It hurts to unscrew lids
turn door knobs
pick up pots and pans
cut with scissors
write, type
tie my shoes
do laundry
water the yard
lift my purse
carry groceries
pull out keys
from my pant pockets
take out trash.

Must I do hand exercises
for the rest of my life?
Be a pill bag forever?
I don't enjoy growing old.

Dr. Baker says, "Don't say that,"
covering his mouth
shaking a finger at me --
"Those are bad words."

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Mesilla Tree #1


© 2009 Photo by Sue Miller
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pitiful
wicked
worn and hungry

deserted,
desiccated,
like the cracked,
delapidated
aged, sandy
mud-brick building
behind you

unkempt
as the yard
around you,
I see
a wise old wizard
with electrified hair
under that stiff,
pleated, tattered robe
parched bark,
as wiggling snakes,
or welded twigs
that climb like weeds