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At Forty-One


02.05.11 Posted in today's words by

Laurie Summer lives and works in Bergen County NJ with her husband and 2 sons. Her work has been published previously at vox poetica (Timeless Night, 1st runner-up at the first-ever vox poetica poetry contest!) and in the anthology Kiss Me Good Night. Writing has been her lifelong passion. Laurie is very excited to be part of this community which fosters expression and creativity.

At Forty-One
By Laurie Michelle Summer

I am in the middle now
Beyond the seed, dropped into black
Still far from the opposite foot of the arc
Where limb bends past its reaching,
back to earth,
from whence it came.
Perhaps I will take up
something new.
Knitting, horseback riding.

More likely I will keep on doing what I do
Planting words on paper’s waiting expanse
Knowing that the tangle
Of complex beginnings
Lays unseen

Even such confusion may serve as fertile ground.
From such the mess that life can be
We do bear fruit.



5 Responses to “At Forty-One”

  1. Maureen Donatelli says:

    Amazing poem! Moving and poignant and true. Love it.

  2. Sarah says:

    Beautiful, just beautiful! I love this.

  3. Laurie says:

    Thank you for your kind words. I’m so glad you liked it.

  4. A beautiful summary. One we all can identify with.

  5. Lynda says:

    We bear fruit indeed. A beautiful truth. Very nice piece.

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