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Gyppo
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Never grow bitter

Post by Gyppo » Wed Oct 14, 2020 10:52 am

Not a new one, but...

Never grow bitter

Bare feet, faded denims,
long straight black hair
turning prematurely grey.
A waist-high Irish Wolfhound 
stands placidly alongside.
Leashed on a thick rope,
with a leather bound loop
around her skinny wrist,
jostling for space with blue beads
and a well worn mystery plait.

A Grandma by thirty,
a great Gran before forty five.
She'll be nearing sixty now,
heading for grand matriarch status.

A life lived 'on the wild side',
but still strangely innocent.
Some people roll with the blows,
own their own mistakes,
and never grow bitter.

Gyppo
I've been writing ever since I realised I could.  Storytelling since I started talking.  Poetry however comes and goes  ;-)

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Re: Never grow bitter

Post by Tracy Mitchell » Fri Oct 16, 2020 10:29 pm

Stellar narrative, G. You really flesh it out at the end.

I note that your MC is doing 3 generations for one in my family.

One of the [few] amenities of living a long life is that you can make long-term observations. Especially of people. I notice my opinion of folks can change immensely over the arc of time, and as my understanding [hopefully] deepens.

A semi-related anecdote -- While in my thirties I attended a funeral for a neighbor who had lived a long life. One of the surviving old-timers at the funeral disparaged the deceased as we stood outside the church in view of the decedent's homestead. The grove was in poor shape, with most the the trees down, and the others appearing like they would soon join them. "I told him when he planted his grove he was planting the wrong trees. I told him those trees don't last long enough. He just wouldn't listen to me." The speaker was perhaps 95 at the time. It was my first glimpse of the matter of growing old enough to comment from experience on the life expectancy of trees.

So. . . .

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Re: Never grow bitter

Post by Gyppo » Sat Oct 17, 2020 2:13 pm

Perspective definitely changes with age.  Your own basic principles and personality may stay relatively static, (or so my friends and family tell me), but your view on others tends to become broader.  Although there are cases where it hardens down to a fixed dislike/distrust, which is often well founded.

Trees tend to put human life in perspective ;-)

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Re: Never grow bitter

Post by Dansinger » Tue Oct 20, 2020 6:53 am

I like this, Gyp. :)

Lots of thoughts tumblng through my head now.

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Re: Never grow bitter

Post by Dave » Thu Oct 22, 2020 8:48 am

A pleasant poem with an enjoyable pay off and sentiment
Dave
 

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Re: Never grow bitter

Post by Gyppo » Thu Oct 22, 2020 11:37 am

Dave wrote:
Thu Oct 22, 2020 8:48 am
A pleasant poem with an enjoyable pay off and sentiment
Dave
 
Cheers, Dave.  Often that's all I'm after.  No great message, no mental gymnastics or obscure intellectual references.  A compressed short story in some ways.  A shorthand character sketch.

I've not seen her for a few years now, but I first met her when she was about thirteen.  I was repainting a bike frame, a nice little part time earner, when I became aware of being watched.  I turned to see a cheeky little grin hanging around the corner of my garage door and a surprisingly husky voice asking "Whatcha doing, Mister?"

For some reason she adopted me as her confidante and amused and occasionally horrified me with all her 'wild child' adventures.  I suspect I became the big brother she never had.  If there was ever anything else in her attention I never noticed it.

Echoes of her turn up occasionally in my fiction.

Gyppo 
 
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