Aging
golden hairs turn white
winter casts its dark net
winds mourn my defeat
a scarecrow wears my clothes
lovely pale-faced mannequin
dancing alone
in my best silk dress
decayed under suns
Elizabeth Kral is retired and resides with her husband in Surprise, Arizona. Local memberships include the Arizona West Valley Writers Workshop and the Arizona West Valley Writers Critique Group. Elizabeth and her husband enjoy spending summers in Colorado, and she is a member there of the Steamboat Springs Writer’s Workshop.
May I be the first to compliment you on this lovely and yet sad poem, Elizabeth! I am touched; thank you for sharing! All the best. // paul
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Elizabeth. Touching and enduring. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Thank you for sharing your heartfelt poem Elizabeth, time does not stand still for any of us. Blessings always, Leokadia
ReplyDeleteThank you, John Polselli, for the following--
ReplyDeleteConcise and poignant, Elizabeth, with great images. Very effective. It lingers in the mind, especially that final stanza. Wow!
Thank you, Gerald Heyder, for the following,
ReplyDeleteDear Elizabeth,
Thank you for the kind words regarding my poem. You poem, "Aging", is beautifully written and really descriptive. Nice verse!