Getting older Poems
The Olive Theory
by Kate Coleman
I heard about this theory;
that in the perfect couple,
One will like olives, and the other will not.
One will always eat for the other.
I think that's why we never worked,
You proudly shouted your love for the salted fruit,
While I, meekly, passed mine to you.
You convinced that only you could possibly like them.
And I, well. I simply did not.
It wasn't until the end, the end of us;
......
Growing
by Jules Morton
I stand at the edge of a border
Between two states of self, as I grow older
What will I keep? What will I lose?
From who I was, for who I will become
Growing up never seemed so terrifying
Yet now I am here
Youthful carefree days seem so long ago
How cruelly time marches on and forgets us
......
Object Permanence
by Schafer Bailey
It has only been a year since I had graduated college
And in that time much has happened
My father is dead
My eldest sister pregnant with a little boy
My brother shows grey hairs in his curls
My other sister has more degrees than she knows what do with them
and my mother wishes I come home more often
My friends no longer call as often
I have lost a sense of hope
......
Object Permanence
by Schafer Bailey
It has only been a year since I had graduated college
And in that time much has happened
My father is dead
My eldest sister pregnant with a little boy
My brother shows grey hairs in his curls
My other sister has more degrees than she knows what do with them
and my mother wishes I come home more often
My friends no longer call as often
I have lost a sense of hope
......
The Olive Theory
by Kate Coleman
I heard about this theory;
that in the perfect couple,
One will like olives, and the other will not.
One will always eat for the other.
I think that's why we never worked,
You proudly shouted your love for the salted fruit,
While I, meekly, passed mine to you.
You convinced that only you could possibly like them.
And I, well. I simply did not.
It wasn't until the end, the end of us;
......
Growing
by Jules Morton
I stand at the edge of a border
Between two states of self, as I grow older
What will I keep? What will I lose?
From who I was, for who I will become
Growing up never seemed so terrifying
Yet now I am here
Youthful carefree days seem so long ago
How cruelly time marches on and forgets us
......
