when the world
takes on its murky
hue and the heaviness
of the anchor spirals
downward making it
hard to keep my head
above water I wonder
about my age
and whether I’ve
depleted all the
happy chemicals
or whether I
just need to
eat a banana
Going Bananas
Common Threads 
Lately I find myself more and more often wondering, “Is it because I am old?”
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Erika, thanks for reading!
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You captured so much by using an anchor in your poem. I especially like that you didn’t capture an anchor at rest but instead, an anchor entering the water and spiraling down. Very powerful image.
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Thanks so much, Sally!
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The first part of your poem is as stunning a metaphor for depression as I have ever read. Then an intriguing question- have I depleted all my happy chemicals? then a light and positive ending! This compact poem was a surprise to me, and so original. Eating a banana, now!
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Thank you, Fran!
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Your poem is an accurate picture of how aging makes us question “everything” as we age….and then there is the anchor that figures so powerfully in this piece…and we are the anchors, now, holding on even as the waves of time try to force us to let go…
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Thank you, Anita!
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Kim,
I’m reminded how important nutrition is to our moods and perspectives. I love that this is one sentence connecting all the ideas together, which is exactly how they fit in our lives. I think I need more potassium, but it has so many carbs, the bane of my existence.
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Truth! Thanks for reading, Glenda. I need to go on more serious carb watch.
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