WRINKLE AND RUTS

WRINKLE AND RUTS

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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aging gracefully or not

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My age creeps
like a ghost. silent, sinful
eyes with bird wing creases
oozes out of its corners
deep crevasses from nose to chin
ruts in between the eyebrows
wrinkle cream slops on
day after day
rub to red skin
night masks, stiff, sticky, peel-off
contemplate the mirror
ouch!?
more remedies

Serious reflection
I scrutinize faces of women my age
compare to my own
but who ages gracefully?
Someone buries poison in my genes

I mull over my close family photos
smack from both sides
my fate screams
father has worry wrinkles on his forehead
mother has a double chin
grandmother has floppy underarms

I persist to my Hungarian ancestry
beauty experts agree these young women are stunning
I explore older family photos
still I detect the same
creases, ruts,wrinkles,blotches
I weigh my options
surgery? fillers? Botox?
scary notions

I think I'll dream of those pretty young Hungarian women
let nature decide my fate

© 2020 Betty Hermelee


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i think that is smart...let nature take its course and grow old naturally...

i have had people ask me if i ever thought of using Just for Men hair gel...i say for what?
this is my color...i think young and stay active...
I really like this poem....reminds me in some ways of the poem "Barbie Doll"--
we worry too much about how others see us.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

4 Years Ago

Hi Jacob, thanks for your fine review,glad you liked it!
Fondly,
Betty



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I can relate! I stopped coloring my hair 18 months ago & now I have a gray/blond ombre look. I never wear makeup so I don't have much opportunity to examine this old mug up close & after reading how this sucks you into such startling observations, I think I'm fine not knowing how bad the damage is yet. I have good genes from the anti-wrinkle standpoint, but an exploding collection of dark ugly moles is a gift of my heredity. Usually I take one selfie per year on my b-day. This year I didn't take one becuz I look markedly worse than last year & I just couldn't commit that to posterity! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

4 Years Ago

Unfortunately not great genes! You gave a super analysis on this piece...I thin we came to the same .. read more
This really brought a smile. It flows naturally and easily from the page to the heart and stirs the empathy of the reader. Age has its cruelties the same as the rest of life I suppose. When we're young we work like dogs so we can live like dogs when we get old. But the quality of things isn't generally represented by their outward appearance. I love antiques myself, old cars, old clothes, things handmade and heirlooms passed down; even things passed down from my roots and culture. And like Waylon Jennings once observed, "It ain't how you look, it's what you got under the hood." (Smile) I enjoyed this.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

4 Years Ago

Wow, great review Fabian! I was talking about myself in this poem, in real time! Debating fixing it .. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

4 Years Ago

I tried to get a face-lift once. They saw what was under there and it scared them so bad they let it.. read more
Betty Hermelee

4 Years Ago

Pretty funny!
it's almost a dirty trick isn't it.. the good news is that the people who care.. don't care.. I like this..my folks are Swedish but I can see myself in every photo.. youth has a beauty all of it's own.. and so does graceful aging.. one just has to look a bit closer..

Posted 4 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

4 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind review and thanks for visiting me at the Cafe!
olla

4 Years Ago

you are welcome.. thank you for your amazing poetry.. I enjoyed it very much..
We all grow old. Best let nature take its course. Too much pondering in the mirror doesn't do anything to lift the spirits. It:s how you are inside that matters. It's that which counts most Betty. A well crafted poem which speaks to me and is likely to be relatable to many.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

4 Years Ago

Thanks Chris, your reviews are well done and always welcomed!!!
This is a lovely contemplation Betty which is full of delectable images. Of course we all, if we make it that far, have to come to terms with the mirror. I suppose we all have this disconnect between how we feel the same as ever and this image before us. Yes, nature will decide our fate although I've always kept fit and it does delay the inevitable somewhat!
Smash the mirror!
Cheers, Alan

Posted 4 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

4 Years Ago

Dearest Alan: you critique is always appreciated so much because I learn from your commenting which .. read more
alanwgraham

4 Years Ago

Emerging? Modesty becomes you but you have definitely arrived.
Betty Hermelee

4 Years Ago

REALLY?????
My age creeps
like a ghost. silent, sinful

Oh WOW!! I really enjoyed this write. Aging has me down quite a bit. I see it every where in me.
I guess that is just the process and I can't stop it. Nicely written

Posted 4 Years Ago


i think that is smart...let nature take its course and grow old naturally...

i have had people ask me if i ever thought of using Just for Men hair gel...i say for what?
this is my color...i think young and stay active...
I really like this poem....reminds me in some ways of the poem "Barbie Doll"--
we worry too much about how others see us.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

4 Years Ago

Hi Jacob, thanks for your fine review,glad you liked it!
Fondly,
Betty

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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..

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