A small piece of shriveled grace
A flap of hanging skin her face
A skein of tightly pulled gray hair
Deep wrinkles dug and piled high
Leather traveling bags under each eye
Shoulders a clothes hanger
on which hung a thread bear sweater with a hole
Revealing a worn, equally thread bear body
Her hands, more bones than flesh
painted with blue bulging lines
Rusted voice, thin worn with age
A noble spirit shuffles within a metal cage
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2024 06:35
- Category: Unclassified
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A powerfully evocative image. Reminded me of Nana in her last days, I refused to directly look at her so as not to mar the memory I chose to keep of her. So I approached her as always but relied on my peripheral vision, she was mostly blind by then, cataract cloud in one eye and a failed corneal transplant in the other. Strange how this particular reading brought me there. It may take me elsewhere on another day.
Thank you so much a picture painted from a person I saw yesterday. It too, reminded me of people I have known in the past and what I am rapidly becoming myself.
Good write SB.
Thank you so much Orchi I was not referring to KP
Aging is not for the faint of heart, and yet even the faint of heart canโt avoid aging. A conundrum! Wonderfully painted, Soren! ๐๐น
Thank you so much, Tristan. I appreciate your review and your supportive words.
This reminds me of Poe .. and Madonna very scary stuff ..๐๐
Thank you Neville your words are always most encouraging and supportive
Powerful write
Thank you, Tony. I appreciate your reading this poem and your comment.
You're welcome
Sounds like a trip to an airport. Lol. Your vivid imagery is excellent. It paints a perfect picture.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is appreciated
This is powerful. It summarizes the human condition perfectly. Wonderful. reminds me of my honeymoon.Just kidding
Thank you so much, David. I appreciate your interpretation and support.
Your imagery was like taking a walk into my future somewhat, by the end I had goosebumps, beautiful dear sorrenbarret ๐น
Thank you so much, Teddy. I couldnโt help but write this after seeing a poor old woman walking down the street yesterday.
Tremendous work. Powerful.
Thank you so much, Thomas. Your words mean a great deal.
Powerful words soren, may that Spirit rise from the cage and go onto a great life.
Andy
Thank you, Andy. In watching an old woman walk with her walker I cannot help with being inspired to write about this process of age.
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