A lover’s view

L. B. Mek

Once more

I catch her, staring searchingly 

at that poisonous mirror,

fingers instinctively reaching - yearning

to ease the tension she’s self-inflicting,


to her eyes the reflection 

she’s wrestling - is alien

a calling-card

of time’s thieving plague


to mine:

it’s nature’s signature of wisdom

skin curving - around shapely youth, to soften

sharp features of jagged inexperience,



ironing-out raw impatience 

introducing gentleness

to illuminate the elegance 

of her beauty’s transcendence.



© L. B. Mek

February 2019

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 5th, 2020 02:58
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  • Neville

    This is yet another reason I fell in love with poetry ..... Simply super stuff L.B.

    ... Neville

    • L. B. Mek

      glad you liked it, thank you!

    • orchidee

      Now as I say, and Neville knows too, I must meet some of these gals on here. But they may be too much for me! lol.

      • L. B. Mek

        it matters 'where' you look, more than how much... or is that 'when', ah no it's definitely 'if'!
        'where - how much - if - when: you look' lol

      • dusk arising

        Oh well said. Beauty takes on maturity as maturity itself appreciates the gains it brings to once young flesh.
        Our years teach us so much. Eyes become opened to things unseen in youth.

        • L. B. Mek

          Indeed, perfectly summarised

        • Michael Edwards

          Another great word woven tapestry

          • L. B. Mek

            thanks Michael, appreciate the encouragement

          • Goldfinch60

            Such very true words LB, maturity is always wonderful to see as well as enhanced beauty knowledge can be seen within all as they get older.


            • L. B. Mek

              yeah, I think a lot of people recognise the sentiments in my write, where maybe we all fail - is in imbuing our words of support with the emotions we want to convey,
              thanks Andy

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