Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Pink Lace and Roses




little girls never grow up
dressed in pink lace and roses
Arsione's pride
soon age infests once fair skin
with rings of roughen oak scales

16 comments:

anthonynorth said...

Ah, the inevitability of time. Nicely done.

Andree said...

Yes, this is a beautiful poem. As one who is aging and at the end of middle age, I will accept oaken scales because they are of nature and earth. Lovely images here, too.

Tumblewords: said...

ah, the changes that time brings. well portrayed.

SandyCarlson said...

This is a lovely poem. I read it and then Andree's poem and found myself nodding in wonderful, peaceful agreement.

fourwindshaiga said...

I agree, and it is a lovely poem

Stan Ski said...

Great observation of the effects of aging.

Aayushi Mehta said...

and indeed age does infest...wonderful phrasing!:) lovely!

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you Anthony. I am glad you liked it.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Andree, I'm not far behind you. I hate getting old. Everything hurts.
Glad you read my poem and liked it.



Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Sue, thanks for reading my poem Of course it's not about you and I.



Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you Sandy. I am glad you liked it.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

fwh, glad you liked my poem and thanks for your kind comments.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Easy for you to say. Your young. LOL. Thanks Stan for reading my work.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Aayushi. Thank you for reading my poem and I'm glad you liked it.


Melanie

R.S. Mallari (SpK) said...

But like the old oak tree, we become more significant as the years passed by. As the oak tree witnesses the changing times so are we bearing all the hard times and cherishing the good times.

A good poem from a great poet.

Lisa at Greenbow said...

THe first line says it all.