I hold a jewel
within my tight fist
locked away as in a safe
the combination to which
got lost within the wild`fire
that cataclysm called retirement
when suddenly the man who
I spent my life trying to be
went up in bright flames
Naked I stand alone
empty handed
“One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all,
shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time . . . Anything
you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.” ~ Annie Dillard
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an anthem for our generation
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for every generation from Adam on down . . .
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So true! Powerful words Peter.
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as we all will do. And that is a poignant image…
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Hmmm. Trying to work out whether you like or don’t like being retired? I would give my eye teeth (not even sure what eye teeth are) to be able to stay home and write every day.
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Oh, I like it! It’s simply a radical readjustment from being a person with great responsibilities to being one without any responsibilities at all . . .
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