Went with the Wind: Flatulence after Fifty by John RC Potter

Line drawing of signposts marked Teens, Thirties, Forties and Fifties along a hill, the Fifties sign leaning downhill toward a setting sun and birds.

John RC Potter is an international educator from Canada who lives in Istanbul. He is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, a member of the League of Canadian Poets and the Playwrights Guild of Canada, and has published more than 450 pieces of poetry and prose. His gay-themed children’s picture book is scheduled for publication in the UK in November 2026. He is on X at @PotterRc9391 and Bluesky at @johnrcpotter.bsky.social. More of his work is at johnrcpotterauthor.com, and more poetry from The Feedsack is here.

Went with the Wind: Flatulence after Fifty

The passage of time as we soldier on,
signposts on the path of our lives;
whilst this journey flickers and unfolds,
like an old film in black-and-white:
Retro and vintage, a personal panorama.

After childhood are The Troubled Teens,
when our emotions and hormones
are on display and all over the map;
first loves, unbridled lust, trying our wings:
Chomping at the bit, lost in the drama.

With a bang we enter The Roaring Twenties,
entailing college or work; maybe even both.
Living one’s life on the edge, taking chances.
Life in the fast lane…Destination, Anywhere:
Like 3-D set pieces within a new-age diorama.

The next decade is The Thrilling Thirties,
careers flourishing, relationships too;
delightful dreams, and high hopes;
thinking one can live on forever:
Striving for the gold and glamourama.

In a flash comes The Fabulous Forties,
when working still gives much joy;
feeling settled, one’s life established,
living to the fullest, full speed ahead:
Characters caught up in a cyclorama.

Alas, arrives The Flatulatory Fifties,
signifying all that lies ahead of us;
over the peak, down the mountain,
with bladder issues and passing gas:
Trucking on despite all that trauma.

The moments become more precious then,
when the yardstick of one’s life shortens;
the winding path that once wandered,
now shows birds against the setting sun:
Each of us becomes our own Dalai Lama.
Painting of five black birds flying across an orange sunset sky above dark blue water.
‘Birds in the Setting Sun’ artwork by the author’s goddaughter, Nisa Winter.
Naked Parrot: Poems and Stories by John M. Fredericks. Get the paperback on Amazon.

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2 comments

  1. Barb Potter

    A great poem about life with humour along the way. Always enjoyable whether reading John’s short stories or poems.

  2. sierra

    amazing

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