the silence

House of Heart

Wiping a tear from our eye
a sympathetic smile
no need to apologize
no time for  paperwork.
Scribbled notes mark the
time and day.
The dead are silent.
Mourners grieve behind closed doors.
It is not my demise nor yours.
We shake our heads and snuff our cigarettes
dig through our closets for the flag.

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The “I Say It’s my Birthday” Blog Party!

It’s a Blog Party/Meet and Greet to celebrate my Birthday!

Join the fun,  grab a brownie and a slice of cake, and share a link to your favorite post in the comments.

Please reblog to spread the fun, and be sure to mingle!

How old am I?

I’m 60 something, and glad to be here.


I’m blessed and grateful.


So, here’s to life and good friends!

Let’s boogie!

‘Self Portrait #26’ (c) Rob Goldstein 2019

Below is ‘Self Portrait #30

 

A digital painting based on a photograph of a reflection of my face in a shopwindow
Self Portrait 30


Animated GIF s found via giphy and are not mine

 

Poetry: The Silence

She slips

off

her rocker

and giggles:

can it be
can it be

that all I

can see

is

a reality?

She says, “Last night I thought
I heard God, but it mighta been
the Supremes.”

Wanna die, wanna die
from flying so high

today I am ten
and tomorrow
I’m 60.

More quiet,
more quiet,
more crazy
&
quiet.

(c) 2015-2019 Rob Goldstein