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,
maturity
ironing-out raw impatience
introducing gentleness
to illuminate the elegance
of her beauty’s transcendence.
© L. B. Mek
February 2019
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This is yet another reason I fell in love with poetry ..... Simply super stuff L.B.
... Neville
glad you liked it, thank you!
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.
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
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.
Indeed, perfectly summarised
thanks
Another great word woven tapestry
thanks Michael, appreciate the encouragement
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.
Andy
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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