She still puts on lipstick the same way,
calls it ‘lippy’ like it was a toy
One time she was his Venus
emerging fresh onto the shore of him
Now it’s Saturn who looks back
from the mirror
smeared,
croaking lame words of age
poem © copyright David F. Barker 2013
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Ohh that’s life 🙂 Lovely poem Just close your eyes and think of England lol xx
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I know the feeling…
Anna :o]
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Wonderful, succinct poem, David!
(methinks we’re always young on the inside – just the mirrors that get old. 🙂 )
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This is brilliant!
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Wonderful, as always, David…
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Great poem – simple and thought provoking – “Venus / emerging fresh from the shore of him” is brilliant – last line is reminiscent of Lear.
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very nice, and as with the last one, so true. sometimes it’s not so bad to wean from venus to saturn; we experience more and more, even if we’re not too fond of losing those prime years! z
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