I choose flat dress shoes instead of stiletto heels.
My balance isn’t what it used to be.
I choose a romance novel or best seller.
Headlines raise my blood pressure
and I don’t want to take another pill.
I choose strolling the well-worn path.
Young people can push the boulders up hill.
I choose biting into a blushing velvet peach,
sectioning an orange takes too long.
I choose creating my own sunshine
on a cloudy rainy day.
I choose to be me.
My age, right here, right now,
with you by my side.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets where today Sarah asks us to consider anaphora: a rhetorical device that consists of repeating a sequence of words at the beginnings of neighboring clauses, thereby lending emphasis. She gives us a list of verbs to choose from for the word we’d like to repeat. I selected the word choose.
Also posted, off prompt, to NAPOWRIMO, Day 5.
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lillian the home poet 
I choose so, too! Cheers our choices!
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So glad you enjoyed!
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Reblogged this on poetryprayersandsermons310431314.wordpress.com.
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Thank you for the reblog.
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Very nice attitude to all this ageing nonsense.
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Well….when people complain about ageing, I always say, “the alternative is not good!” 🙂
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I choose to stand while applauding this fine work.
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You are too kind!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Well, well … seems we choose the same ‘all of our favorite’ things!
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Beautiful choices, Lillian! Such pleasures.
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This sounds comforting… but sometimes we have to choose the path going uphill to see the view.
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Its all about choices. Nice one Lillian. Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💜love
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You have my heart with this poem, Lillian! Gorgeous use of language 😀 and I resonate with; “I choose biting into a blushing velvet peach, sectioning an orange takes too long.” Oh yes! ❤️❤️
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