Waiting in the Doctor’s office



I was at one thirty once,
Now I am at two fifteen,
Time has moved incrementally,
Like my weight and BMI,
Crept up gradually, in small bites,
Of cheesecakes and raspberries,
And sips of mellow liqueurs.
The jelly donuts, braised salmon,
And finely seasoned burgers,
All join me as I wait,
In a waiting room with a sink,
Purple gloves, widgets, screens,
An examination table lies covered,
In a sheet with paint imprints,
Of little hands and feet.
I used to be young once and healthy,
The sunshine was my companion,
And books my evening friends,
Awe and wonder nourishing,
My constant curiosity,
And my fingers told my age.
They would coax me to eat,
Hunger was what I felt at home.
My illnesses were events,
Spent with comic book heroes,
Adventures, between sore throats,
And cool fever poultices,
Sprained ankles, bruised knees,
Tended, nursed and healed,
By caring loving parents.
I had parents once, orphaned,
I will meet them again,
In the realm of souls,
As guides of a past journey,
Who were close to my heart.
Sharing their love and wisdom,
Like bits of mirrors, reflecting,
Fractured images and decisions,
Guides disembarking earlier,
As I meander down alleys,
Meadows, climb hills, and walk,
In the valleys and boulevards,
Seeking, learning, loving,
Hating growing old and pudgy,
Yet embracing the grace of age.
I will grow old again, older than I am,
Older than I was, Like the sun,
Journeying through the sky,
While you mark the hours and days,
The seasons and years,
I live by my rising and my resting,
Through some pain clouded days,
In the beauty of existence,
Seeking and finding love,
Hidden like Moss, Mushrooms,
And Opals in sudden unexpected places,
And vague unknowing hearts.
Finding and collecting memories,
Until my memories find me in you.









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Gye Nyame Meaning: "Except God" Symbol of the omnipotence and the omnipresence of God. (Fear no one, except God.) From the Akan of Ghana
Gye Nyame Meaning: “Except God” Symbol of the omnipotence and the omnipresence of God. (Fear no one, except God.) From the Akan of Ghana



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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.