...the poetic rambles of Joseph Philip Walters!
I could feel the rust... thanks so much for taking part in the jam!
You're welcome, and thank you for making me feel so at the "Jam" in return. Rust penetrates deeply. You should "feel" it in the resistance. Glad you stopped to read me, Laurie.
Great words. rust just keeps on growing and killing, you have to deal with it. Lots of oil.
Surely Alan, you've dealt with "rust" as we all have in life. Just the right oil can make things work out! Thanks for visiting.
loss of mobility ?I like the inner rhyme of function and junction, and the use of encrusted.
Rust does seem to encase everything it attaches to, aprille! Encrusted seemed to combine exactly that thought! Thanks for the comment!
sometimes you just cant fight the rust...and no matter what you do it is going to take over
Ah, but staying in the battle is the key, Brian! Maybe we don't beat the rust, but we aren't defeated by it either! ;)
Kind of like my body approaching 72?
Or mine approaching 70, too! Hang in there Helen. There's plenty of "oil" (love) out here to keep you nimble! Thanks for stopping by!
Where freedom once rested--loved that phrase--the whole poem is wonderfully written :-)
"Rust" is constricting, isn't it? The freedom is what we miss the most. Thanks for the kind words, SaraV!
Ah, sometimes nothing can remove the effects of the rust!
You're right, Mary. But we can't give up trying! Thanks for coming by.
Love the internal rhyme and the word play ... gotta keep things moving forward or rust becomes a big problem ... this from a crusty old fogie with a rusty old knee!
Sometimes, a little rust adds character! Crusty old fogies have a lot of character! Thanks for visiting, Susan.
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