The Music You Love No Longer Plays

 I have reached an age when someone tells me to wear socks, I don’t have to. – Albert Einstein
 
Comes a Time of No Return is a collection of poems and essays exploring the aging process -senescence, and the attributes - essence that make us who we fundamentally are. 

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The music you love no longer plays
at the top of the charts

the melody that rattles in your
morning mind is vinyl

stages of your life begin and end
like mile markers on the interstate

remembrance becomes a veteran’s parade of wars
with the newest and the oldest stepping in time

supposing there’s a logical reason 
you are known by what you did, 
         and where it all began, 

somehow it chaffs of greatness 
bending to the whims of what matters 
       for what was left behind 

what remains after the flood, 
the drought, the insanity 
of scorched earth and genocide,
is the cream that always rises to the top,
      and always will 

a common lesson in gratitude 
for the moment and a promise 
of better things to come, 
just because it makes sense.

songs grow old and lose their shape,
memories linger long 
in the recesses of the mind

ever present, 
we wait for the future
to sit down beside us, 
and listen to the music.

SEN-ESSENCE – I want to paint a picture with words

 SEN-ESSENCE, “on the art of aging’ published in 2010, is available on amazon.  After being officially labelled “old” at 65 by the Canadian Gov’t, in SEN-ESSENCE, over the last many years, I have explored the aging process (senescence), and the attributes (essence) that make us who we fundamentally are – forever young at heart.

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I want to paint a picture with words

for you to look upon in wonder

at the texture,

the composition,

the blending of content

with color and awe.

 

I want to write a poem

that you would want to frame

and hang on a wall.

 

Possibly crocheted or,

etched into a shellacked heart.

 

A poem that could be

engraved on a floor mat

welcoming you to my home or kitchen.

 

The ultimate of course

would be my poem,

blended on black velvet

with a picture of Elvis.

 

Then again maybe a line or two

to be read at a morning meeting,

embossed on the top of a covey calendar

 

I want to build something

with words, that makes you stop the car,

step-out, stand in wonder,

admiring the grace, the majesty

the complexity of form and motion

where nothing stands still

everything is moving in a dance

of vibrational energy.

 

If able, with the right word, the perfect

medium, a stroke of the pen in a dance upon a page

that generates an emotional response,

unexpected, controversial, intriguing.

 

A poem in color that states

 

what I intend

 

and you feel

 

Most of the photography accompanying the poems are from a photo essay of the elderly (los Ancianos) who reside around Lake Chapala, Mexico.  Los Ancianos, published in 2013, can be found on Antonio Ramblés travels! Blog:  www.antoniorambles.com