I haven’t had much time to work on the Old Age poem, which I’d really like to finish. I did work on a short new poem as a bit of an exercise.
I stand exultant yet mute,
Vexed by prudent secrecy.
Wistful longing forcefully abated;
Utterances shuttered . . . silenced.
Wondrous revelations swallowed,
Forcibly restrained, tethered and chained
Open to so few.
Hidden for mere moments;
Sufferingly long moments;
Withstanding the ebb and flow,
Of temultuous, undulating restraints.
Waiting time will wither.
Rejoicing in revelation,
All joyous and unrestrained,
New beginnings emerge and change.