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
10 comments:
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!
How time has changed the speaker of this poem. I wonder how s/he feels about the relentless, unforgiving march of time.
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!
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.
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This is a poem of pure light and truth, thank you Melanie!
working with hospice, yr post speaks volumes!!! thank you
I once danced! Changing time or rather fleeting times
Melanie--
This is such a clear-eyed look at some-form-of-what we all may experience.
Crafted beautifully and with soul. Thank you.
Melanie~ What a well-written poem- lots if induratedness here- whether we want it and like it or not. Thanks for sharing.
.. life & beauty
death & ugliness
the poet walks a tight rope
many thanks indeed ..
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