Age Spots

by Maple Tree   May 28, 2019

A Woman's face withers
upon a morning sun
while hot coffee stains
her teeth as she comes
to terms with life.

She counts the veins
in her hands as she reads
each memory, like a novel
based on a strangers
journey; cant possibly be
her own.

She covers edges of her body
with cotton and lace, to design
miracles and age with a touch
of class; all the while she wonders-

am I growing older?

These circles around her eyes
devour her soul like a tree in
a thunderstorm, as arthritis
rages between her rigor mortise

as her lover looks over and says;

You are so beautiful.


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  • 3 months ago

    by Sive Klaas

    wow, " You are so beautiful" well done Maple


  • 3 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on your well earned win with this inspirational piece. Milly x

  • 3 months ago

    by yogi73

    This is so lovely and honest. It really expressed inner emotions - which make for the best poems.

  • 3 months ago

    by Tanya Southey

    Beautiful. Well done on your win x

  • 3 months ago

    by silvershoes

    Aww this gave me tingles. Growing older is difficult, but having someone who loves you and sees your beauty is a wonderful thing...Not that it's hard to see your beauty, Andrea! You're a vixen.

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