Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Deja Vu.....

old creaking joints
skin drawn tight
across skinny bones

lips once soft, smooth
pulled slightly apart
reveal yellowed teeth

hideous form caught in time
indurated, it blinks while dreaming
of tea party's and lacy pink dresses

feeble, mind dull, it stops and grins again
my face, it's face slid from it's once firm place
a face that shadows me

useless, feeble, slow when once I know
yes, once I know I ran deer footed
and laughed, laughed out loud

when once I wore those lacy pink dresses
and danced the night away
trailing soft summer flowers


Tumblewords: said...

A vivid reminder of the march of time. Often I think I'll return to what I was and am stunned to find that's probably not going to happen. :) Poignant words, Melanie!

SandyCarlson said...

How time has changed the speaker of this poem. I wonder how s/he feels about the relentless, unforgiving march of time.

Amity said...

It's a feeling like it did already happen once in your lifetime? Deja vu!

I may soon have that feeling, when i will be old and gray, and reminisce how it was before when i wore pink cotillion dresses!

Unique rendition of the prompt dear!

Jim said...

Melanie, I don't think I can say anything that I'm thinking.
Soooo, 'this is a sad state of affairs.'
It is a wonderful poem, very well written and thought out. Just that I don't like what it says.

Titia Lloyd said...

This is a poem of pure light and truth, thank you Melanie!

one more believer said...

working with hospice, yr post speaks volumes!!! thank you

Jeeves said...

I once danced! Changing time or rather fleeting times

Beth P. said...

This is such a clear-eyed look at some-form-of-what we all may experience.

Crafted beautifully and with soul. Thank you.

Patti said...

Melanie~ What a well-written poem- lots if induratedness here- whether we want it and like it or not. Thanks for sharing.

zoya gautam said...

.. life & beauty

death & ugliness

the poet walks a tight rope

many thanks indeed ..