Having just written my most recent post on ‘Age‘, I was reminded of another writing I did relating to age, around three years ago. One of my dearest friends and I used to give each other prompts to write poetry or prose on. To no surprise, as he is a scotch aficionado, he had given me the prompt, “barrel-aged.” The following is how my mind worked the scene:

What’s in a barrel’s age?

A number? Time? Science?
Ideas? A thought? Hopes?
Change? Transformation?
Quality? Color or Hue?
Strength? Memories? Money?
Seasons? Maturity?
Flavor? Taste? Sight?
Complexity? Notes of this or that?
Forgetfulness? Truth?
Comfort? Perception?


All of these or less

All of these and more

Nothing. And everything

With age comes wisdom

The knowing and unknowing

Of many things

Blurred edges and grayed lines

It can be anything to anyone


Oh! A barrel is still a barrel!

But what the barrel holds,

And the age that comes with it,

A world wide open

A plethora

A menagerie

A mystery

May 2, 2015  ¦¦  Denver, CO

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