Gero-Punk Collaboration: Sweet Noise and New Breath

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As promised, here is the second (of three) collaborative poem created during the most recent Gero-Punk Salon. Curious about how this poem emerged?  Check it out.

a woman is made

She famously said, a woman is made not born.

Yet how can I make myself seen

when the birds are singing so loudly.

The early morning cacophony

is sweet noise and new breath

breathing and rebreathing silence.

The air has no voice, no power over me.

The air — the last breath.

–Created by some combination of: Erica, Simeon, Ken, Terri, Alison, Teresa, Diane, Karen, Mary, & Jenny

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Gero-Punk Haiku (version 2)

Running through the park.

I am ancient. I am new.

Where does age reside?

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Gero-Punk Haiku

Feet rooted, drawn eyes.

I am ancient. I am new.

Where does age reside?

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