Almedia Knight Oliver
Long Life: There Is Only One Difference Between A Long Life And A Good Dinner: That, In The Dinner, The Sweets Come Last. Robert Louis Stevenson - Poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
Mother tree seals off each spot after each leaf drops:
red, yellow, and golden leaves blanket the ground,
the soft breeze toss leaves about feet
crumpling and ruffling their sleep
still coursing to a
place to rest.
Memories call me back in ripe old age as
fall beckons the summer to spread its rays again.
To find my way back there, I’ll weave through
Spring, right into the blistering heat, head whirling
Can’t get a grip and tripped over fall
under winter’s shade
wishing to fall into dark earth where I’d sprung…
Great goddess wouldn’t take me back home.
Awaken joy is light. Looking in the distance
sky where Momma told me everlasting life lies.
Looking up at the stars shimmering around the moon!
On the right, I see majestic mountains peaks in the sky
Down below, I scent flowers and cut grass that grace
The soil where I lay.
“There, there…these are just markers for my grave”!
Springing up like lush green grass
squashes turn yellow on my vine
dreams of cooking them until mellow…
while mellowing out lives rough edges.
Shame and blame are no fault of mine, spent my entire
life pushing against the gravitational pull of Hades.
My mind wants to stay on the lifeless vines creeping up the side of the house.
Mind guide my feet, keep steady the light my hand holds.
I’ll blow my light out when I’m too old.
Pass me some more collard greens; a stuffed bird with
Cranberries on the side; a bowl of potatoes salad; and
A dish of banana pudding, for show…
If a long life is gluttony: devour it!
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