Back in my prime
When young and spry
I used to rock
A fierce cat eye
Eventually
There came a day
Old Father Time
Would make me pay
Where used to be
A single line
Now smudgy mess
Like I’ve been cryin’
And now alas
It spreads and grows
Resembling
The feet of crows
(Imagine this being recited in the voice of Vincent Price)
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I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path.
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May 7, 2016 at 9:14 am
A woman with her life’s experiences on her is one of the most attractive and sensual things I know. Her past years are one of tge mysteries of life and thus make her all the more alluring. Great poem, though you are describing a woman at her best.
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May 7, 2016 at 9:18 am
Thank you From My Forest!
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May 7, 2016 at 10:59 am
You are a true Renaissance man.
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May 8, 2016 at 12:49 am
Maybe some of us should stick to paw prints or tentacle lines and leave old crows alone, hey?
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May 8, 2016 at 7:06 am
Perhaps…..
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May 22, 2016 at 12:57 am
Oh, lovely lines
Of experience
Which crease the smooth
Of youth’s naive
How wonderful
And wise
The wizened
Who’ve left the folly
Of life unlived
They’ve seen the world
Perhaps, lived out dreams
Learned not all
Is as it seems
Though once
Were certain
Now filled with doubt
This, not a fault
It makes them fleet
Of thought, their hearts
More open
<smile>
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May 22, 2016 at 1:10 am
Thank you Patrick. That is beautiful.
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May 22, 2016 at 12:43 pm
You are most welcome. ‘Tis a beautiful inspiration, both lyrically and visually. 🙂
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June 4, 2016 at 7:52 pm
What a great sense of humor! I agree my eyes were my pride, youthful but now I get dismayed. Definitely I am losing eyelashes and have circles, love the idea of Vincent Price’s voice included!
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June 4, 2016 at 8:04 pm
Thank you. Yes, a sense of humor is a must when everything is heading south at a rapid pace.
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June 5, 2016 at 9:15 pm
“The hounds of hell are closing in to seal your doom!” I think that’s how it goes from the Thriller song with Vincent Price …:)
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June 5, 2016 at 9:17 pm
Ha! Yes, yes it is! And so they are indeed.
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June 5, 2016 at 9:21 pm
Just have a few sausages ready…they love em ..:) thanks for the follow I wanted to say from earlier….
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June 5, 2016 at 9:27 pm
My pleasure
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