L. B. Mek

Old face


oh, destitute faceless grace

aged and by then - a splintered wreck

how has Time, churned thee


is there still a semblance 

of youth’s whimsical gaiety

in thou stoic-stretched, wilted lips;


these inked musings, aren’t

merely, fear’s - yesteryear yearnings

for I, shan’t ever greet thee


no chosen path ahead, where

thy mirrored self awaits, to be faced

that remnant glint of child, within


has long: since decreed



© L. B. Mek 

May 2020

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2021 03:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan, Teddy.15.


  • Poetic Dan

    I want to read this again and again! I had to take my time but that's what made it even more sublime!

    Fantastic stuff

    • L. B. Mek

      Really appreciate the enthusiasm
      in your supportive comments and gesture..
      humbly: I thank you, my generous friend

    • Niyitanga Pacifique

      Structured well and well penned..Mek

      • L. B. Mek

        glad you liked it, dear poet
        thanks for the supportive feedback

      • Teddy.15

        What a beautiful way to celebrate age, I myself never worry about ageing I find the lines and creases caress my life's journey. What wonderful words from the bard of MPS as you always remind me of. Shakespeare would be proud.

        • L. B. Mek

          my dear Poetess
          why, must you jest
          while my ego - admittedly, does get ahead of me
          surely you don't have to clip - me, back-down to earth
          this, brutally - 'ouch'..
          Shakespeare - she mocks, Bard - she jokes...
          while I'm still Googling - to check
          if I'm using: there and their, or they're
          in the grammatically correct way... lol
          humbly: I thank, your you overtly generous, poetic soul
          you've sent my poetic heart, to glide
          with this Monday morning clouds
          (my grey hair: profusely, blushing pink
          and showcasing, all my giddy teeth) 😁

        • Accidental Poet

          Excellent write LB. Age is all mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter. 😉

          • L. B. Mek

            simplified acutely, like a true philosopher
            wise words dear poet, thank you

          • Neville

            I am reminded not only of myself and those of loved ones passed & past, but of an old clock counting moments and on which the polished patina of time is now the only thing that shines ... without a doubt another winner in my book sir .............. N 🙂

            • L. B. Mek

              'an old clock, counting moments
              and on which, the polished patina of time
              is now: the only thing that shines'..
              best lines on this page, and that's a Fact!
              thank you my friend

            • Jerry Reynolds

              Brilliant write, L.B.
              We visit the child in poetry.

              • L. B. Mek

                ohhh, that's just the best summarisation
                of my words, Jerry
                you've just worded - so succinctly
                the root nucleus, of the message
                my feeble scribble: was hoping to convey...
                such a humbling experience
                to connect with an Artist I respect, like this
                thank you!

              • aDarkerMind

                now, let me enjoy the talent of your pen L B Mek;

                • L. B. Mek

                  your 12 words
                  let me grow 12 inches, in a blink
                  of a read..
                  humbly: I thank you! dear Poet

                • Saxon Crow

                  We have a bard among us. We'll written LB

                  • L. B. Mek

                    damn, y'all are brutal
                    (shuffles away pouting - mumbling, quietly
                    'I just wanted to try somi'n different...') lol
                    but seriously and humbly
                    I can't thank you enough, for how supportive
                    y'all are whenever we each try different things
                    reminds me how lucky I am, to have found
                    such an inclusive environment like MPS
                    to share my poetic adventure,
                    a lifetime's gift, I'll treasure
                    however long/short it lasts!
                    thank you, dear poet

                  • Thekkinkkattil

                    Yesteryears yearning and thy mirrored self what a beautiful phrase .thank you a poem to ponder

                    • L. B. Mek

                      wonderful, glad you could connect
                      with my humble scribble, dear poet
                      thank you for the encouraging feedback

                    • Goldfinch60

                      That child is always within us Mek, we may not always remember but occasionally a memory stirs us and we are back again in our childhood.


                      • L. B. Mek

                        yup, it just needs a stir
                        once in a while
                        to insure we keep that remnant
                        of our youth, we harbour: pulsing
                        every so often - meaningfully
                        thank you Andy

                      • John Prophet

                        Talent you have there kind Poet!

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