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girl, once.
by Lauren Singershe knew the year, the lucidity of time, the physical bearings of age. she knew she was not young. her skin, once pink and healthy, slowly loosened itself around her bones. her hair, once marked for its shine and tresses had lost its luster and hid behind her scarf. her eyes which used to flutter their lashes in timid design, now gazed downward in glossed-over fragility. and yet, there was something there. hidden in the pupils that came alight upon contact.
the fire in her showed the image of the girl she once was. before she was a woman, a mother, a grandmother...she was just another all-too-vulnerable rose shrinking in her petals.
and while she learned from the mistakes of those lovers past, and soon became grown, matured, and unphased by the inquisitions of her onlookers, it was easy to see upon one second glance that the girl was forever alive in those aging eyes. a vulnerability too strong to fade, a fire that refused to become ashes. 07/25/2006 Author's Note:
timmy.
Posted on 07/25/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 07/26/06 at 03:13 AM I like it. Wonderful word play. "Rose shrinking", casts a grand image. Thanks for the read/feed. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/01/17 at 09:50 PM I feel as though there will always be this young girl inside of you. Sometimes she may hide or even get lost for a time, but I've read too much your work to ever be gone for too long. And if is and you want to find her again let me know. I will take on the task of re joining the two of you, because the two of you do great things together. It may hurt at times. But those who have never 'hurt' have never lived. Trust me I am more than old enough to know that if not mum more. Take care..... g |
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