Pages Left To Turn

Waiting for the day when I was too old to scold
Not knowing such a time would never come my way
My younger years once spent being reckless and bold
Those pages burned away in such furious blaze
In fantasia that thirty is considered old
Oh how the numbers changed as I added on days
Now I’m the one telling, instead of being told
Back then are not the words I’d thought so soon to say

Now I wonder if I will reach a point of sage
To look back upon the times of my days before
Some tales I have told in this pen and pixeled stage
Some tales are only known in memory to store
Should older me still have plenty of time to gauge
This life I’ll live from babe to days of hoar
I’ll fill these lines with joy before I turn the page
‘Till the pages left for me to turn are no more

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Today I have something of a trifecta:

1. At dVerse Lillian challenges us to create a poem that includes the word fantasia, phantasia, or fantasy. The word can be used in the title or the body of the poem itself.

dVerse Poets Pub | Poetics – Fantasia


2. At Real Toads Kerry provides us the side inspiration of writing about living through the years.

Real Toads | Open Platform Tuesday

3. National Poetry Writing Month – Day 12

It is still NaPoWriMo and today’s form is: The  Lucubration

The Lucubration is a form by Amanda J. Norton. It has two octave (eight line) stanzas, followed by a single line for 17 lines all together.

It has a rhyme scheme of abababab cdcdcdcd d.

The poem’s title must be a 5 syllable title. The two octave stanzas have 12 syllables per line. The final line must be 12 syllables in only 5 words and in italics.

17 thoughts on “Pages Left To Turn

  1. Ah, we do indeed turn the pages as we move through life. Sometimes there’s an inkblot on one — or several may be dog-eared, and some might be brittle to the touch. As long as the ink is readable and we can lick our finger to turn the pages one by one, we shall be okay! 😉 Love your take on the prompt.

  2. I practically had extended nervous breakdowns for 6 months before and after turning 30. Seems ridiculous, now that I’m deliciously 76 years young.

  3. What fun, a joyous ride. I assure you though, a long as one still has a spouse, you never get too old to scold; more’s the pity.

  4. Such a perfect blending of the three prompts! And, love, you are never too old. I’m 72 and I still get scolded–for example, if I clean a pot that my chef-husband was going to use the stuff in the bottom to make a sauce. I’m a bit compulsive and he, well…

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