The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
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Great joy it gives in the poem and good imaginations.
Joyce, I truly enjoyed your poem. Great philosophy, and one I share. I especially love the images in the last verse paragraph. The new freedom of ice breaking up on a river, the deep comfort and plenty, of soaking rain, the friendship and camaraderie of the hand reaching out, the warmth of a fire, and always the smoke rising to where we are all going.... Lovely.
As an older women, this poem resonates so with me. The hearts passion in this poem is so beautifully expressed with lovely imagery. I can nearly see the landscape of this changing life through the words describing it. I keep this poem in my wallet and use it as inspiration to live my life fully.