Spikily blending into the sky…

Casting away aspersions

with indigo doubt…

He reached his hand shakily upward…

Age had settled in…

Bone deep and paper-thin,

his fingers seemed to point…

 but, only for a second,

as a gasp of wind

proved master over all….

knocking his frail body

to and fro….

Beaten by the elements

and tasting of fear…

He hunched over…

Pulling his spindly

limbs around…

Murmuring and whispering…

And begging….

no less Praying…..

for the end…

of another day…


David L. Whitman 04/08/2013 cold as ice….


12 thoughts on “Frailty

  1. Funny at first we want to be older then we all wish to be younger. I would say aging gives flavour to our soul, draw lines in our faces and teach us what really matters in life love, respect and understanding. Sad but beautiful poem David.

  2. As always, you have written very nice, David! With great joy I read your poems!
      The picture is beautiful!
    Thank you so much for having shared with us!
    Have a wonderful day and many blessings, David!
    Sincerely, Stefania! 🙂

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