Hold Out

I resist, to no avail,

this coming of a new age

again and again

Baby boomers

Generation X

Millennials

Me too

The politically correct

that changes daily

leaving  me adrift

in a sea of

perplexity

My body, too, 

unable to fend off

the inevitable

decline

into  the “golden age”

“Resistance is futile”

I smile

 and

hold out

“ellecee”

In response to today’s prompt at


Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Also celebrating

Rest in Dreams

I rest in dreams

sleep interrupted

by other lives

Sometimes drifting in the ocean

floating calmly on an endless sea

Sometimes lovers catch me out

oh the bliss of limbs entwined

wanton and careless

unmindful of care

Nightmares too

An angry sea engulfs me

carries me away against my will

Yet somewhere in my heart I know

this too, 

a temporary life

and I will be

let go

"ellecee"

for Prompt Nights

Rest in the sweet sauce of labor

Myself

An introverted crone

who doesn't wear purple

finished financier

apprentice groundkeeper

fickle female

seventy something

"poet of the small and homey"

impractical visionary

living in the woods

"ellecee"

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Day 28