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

Comments13

  • Neil Higgins

    Very very Shakespearean LB.This is wonderful my friend.

    • L. B. Mek

      just trying out something new, for fun
      'an unstretched muscle
      is a regressing, muscle...' lol
      thanks for supporting and encouraging, dear poet

    • 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

        Awesome!
        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!

                • The Uneducated O.A.P

                  Great stuff, I read while looking at my teeth, In a glass.

                  • L. B. Mek

                    lmao!!!
                    Best comment on this page.
                    thank you, for always finding and highlighting
                    the humorous aspects of by sombre scribbles
                    my friend

                    • The Uneducated O.A.P

                      No probs, L.B, I'me taking a break for a while, just like to thank you and others for your inspiring comments on my wordys, they are much appreciated .
                      Stay happy
                      Bill

                    • 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.

                            Andy

                            • 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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