The ashy air clings to her neck,
her beauty slips
fast
off her face.
Her youth jolted me
once,
it lingers in her eyes still, and
mine.
Bar worker, groped and poked,
safety is far from here.
Agelessness to age,
it taps on the walls she sleeps within
nagging at the dignity she
keeps.
These mirrors look back
much longer than
before.
Holding hands with saints
that don’t seem to care and
though they hang
from her neck in confidences clean
they dip into drinks
mixed for other
untouchables.
Yet, these ones seem to give tips,
As lips beg for more.
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May 20, 2010 at 10:10 am
theonlycin
The ‘nagging at dignity’ is heartbreaking.
Wonderful piece of writing.
I’ve subscribed to your blog, because I want to come back and read all your work. Glad I discovered your blog.
May 20, 2010 at 10:15 am
BFG
Why, thank you very much. I am glad I found yours as well.
Many thanks!
May 20, 2010 at 12:20 pm
slpmartin
What an excellent portrait of one who has grown old…so well done.
May 20, 2010 at 1:24 pm
BFG
thanks so much!
May 21, 2010 at 9:30 pm
Ji
vivid and fun!
May 27, 2010 at 8:33 am
BFG
Thanks! Appreciate the read
May 21, 2010 at 9:30 pm
Ji
deadline is with 24 hours,
please vote!
poets not limited to the list.
May 25, 2010 at 6:48 pm
Jingle
please visit Brian to wish his 14th marriage annivesary.
Thanks a lot!
May 26, 2010 at 10:28 pm
JD
A well painted picture. I see her in my minds eye.
June 2, 2010 at 9:51 am
BFG
thank you very much!
June 4, 2010 at 3:19 pm
trisha
loved the way you lovingly portrayed her.
June 5, 2010 at 1:11 pm
BFG
thank you very much for reading and commenting! Much appreciated.