If age is a state of mind-
my mind
is in a terrible state
This is wonderful, Adrienne! You've just described me, too! How hysterical! Hugs to you, CJ
Adrienne, this is delightful! You've captured exactly how I feel about aging. Warm regards, CJ
hey girl yo dissin yo? When two of the brightest poetesses (why does that word give me the creeps, as if Edith Sitwell all in black were creeping up on me?) on this site, of a certain uncertain age, deny their poetic calling, which is to grow old gracefully, gratefully, wisely, and poetically... you young things worry too much. State of mind is age. Now that's creepy...but remediable. Trust me, I'm a journalist...
Wake up and smile! For there love in your heart. However, ageing is part of us. Nice work.
Good one. Shows the frustration of aging divinely. Sincerely, Connie Webb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its so rare to find someone saying what so many people has always wanted to say but somehow couldnt manage it. Avoidance is one possible explanation and fear of ageing of course compounds the expression. But Ms. Barnathan has excelled and in purely artistic forms have given the perfect account of a natural process with blend of personality to the form. Warm regards, A.A.Q.