Age is as implacable as a glacier.
To a casual observer it can appear
static at times, but take your eyes off it, even briefly, and the changes are
obvious.
More cracks appear on the surface.
Random debris is absorbed, adding to its weight.
The sheer inexorability of it grinds
to rubble anything that attempts to halt its progress.
Age is a glacier, moving relentlessly
towards its inevitable conclusion.
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This week's photo, taken by Russell Gayer and posted as a prompt by Rochelle, plumbed the depths of my New Year gloom. I realise that yet another year has passed and I've only published three of the books that are already half-written. So my resolution for 2019 is to get a move on!
I will cheer up soon, I promise, especially if I make a few more sales. If you would care to buy one, click on the image at the top of the page for WOLF PACK, the second book in my Living Rock series. The first book, A VOLCANIC RACE, is also on Amazon, as is HELTER-SKELTER, a novel of historic fiction, under my full name Elizabeth Young.
And do, please, leave a review. Thank you XX
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This week's photo, taken by Russell Gayer and posted as a prompt by Rochelle, plumbed the depths of my New Year gloom. I realise that yet another year has passed and I've only published three of the books that are already half-written. So my resolution for 2019 is to get a move on!
I will cheer up soon, I promise, especially if I make a few more sales. If you would care to buy one, click on the image at the top of the page for WOLF PACK, the second book in my Living Rock series. The first book, A VOLCANIC RACE, is also on Amazon, as is HELTER-SKELTER, a novel of historic fiction, under my full name Elizabeth Young.
And do, please, leave a review. Thank you XX
Blimey, that was expertly executed with a very firm hand.
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen - you have started the cheering-up process already!
DeleteA bit gloomy indeed (aren't we all at this time of year), very well written though :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Alistair.x
DeleteThere's no escaping it - I always feel it most in January, cold, dark and full of the cold!
ReplyDeleteJanuary blues.
Deletei love the poetic feel of it. one of the best this week.
ReplyDeleteThank you for noticing that it is almost a poem.
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteAs I watch myself aging I can't help but feel a bit gloomy at times. I still feel like a girl and then I look in that infernal mirror and it's all over. Well written piece in any event. Here's to a best selling year.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I'll drink to that for both of us!
DeleteTrue. Only inevitability of life is change. No matter how so ever slow it is.
ReplyDeleteWe are helpless to stop it.
DeleteYou need hotter bathwater – that steams up the mirror nicely so you don't notice the wrinkles.
ReplyDeleteI shower, obviously too quickly!
DeleteHa ha Patsy! That is the best!!
DeleteClimate change! That lets the glaciers recede and steams up mirrors nicely. :D Great story, Liz, thoughtful and poetic.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ga.
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ReplyDeleteBrilliantly done, Liz. How true it is...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dale X
DeleteExcellent metaphor... age also grinds the bedrock to silt...
ReplyDeleteNow why didn't I think of that phrase? :(
DeleteI always find this a tough time of the year, too. Nicely observed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra - now i don't feel so bad.
DeleteI really love your use of a glacier as a metaphor for aging, it sneaks up on you. I don't feel more than 30+ but then my body kicks me in the pants and I'm reminded. I'm not sure why, but this time of year brings out the gloominess in most of us. Take care, the gloomy season will pass!! =)
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda, it appears a lot of us feel the same.
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