maturation of the flesh

About aging...

the eyes

see it ...

 

concavity consuming cambered grace

creped effigies hanging beneath a paper moon

wearing a stranger's face

ruined caricatures

singing out of tune

hidden in the aftermaths

of shadows

and ebbing

afternoons

 

sweetmeats once savoured

sharpen with the passages of living

souring the taste

time rues the flesh

too soon! too soon 

(it keens) 

such waste

corruption embittering the acid tongue

carves out its place 

and now 

so much is left unsung

perspectives tinctured in monochrome

reflect a thousand shades of grey

time's brittle, spittled papered skins 

flaking in decay

battered by late autumn winds

until winter comes to play

and then the freeze sets in and 

gloaming nests become devoid of chick or egg

 

vacuous, harrowed, hollowed flesh

left alone to drift

in the tumultuous climates 

of changing days

living stains

breathing strains

dying drains

until time weary bones come to rest ...

beneath infertile clay

Reviews

[ANM]

A mosaic of lexicon delights..... Bravo

[felioness]

Thank you do much!

[Jamie]

Wow this is great! So powerful :)

[felioness]

It appears I did not thank you for your read and encouraging comment. I want to tell you now that it meant a lot to me.

[Jamie]

You're welcome :)