The Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is the word: Retirement. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE . Although my poem below doesn’t mention ‘Retirement’ directly, I think my words may be read as a poem about living in later years of retirement…
A Box of Old Crayons
Sometimes I stared at an empty table
And wondered if I would ever be able
To turn the fading power back on
I was unsure about another swansong
But each time I became lost and wrong
I found another box of old crayons
And from here and there words did flow
Nurturing my dry mirages to regrow
Replenished by the thawing mountain snow
Nature’s river rejoined my ocean’s undertow
Again duplicating my life of highs and lows
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021












