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Flitter, Flatter....Bring the Platter.... |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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It came.... That last torrid day when the mirror laughed and escaped the grip of he who counts unmercifully each second of life...the measured tick banging against an ear's drum. Where might the flesh of a human’s soul hide when the fetid breath stains the smell of lilies? I heard the echo of mocking eyes that laughingly gazed, knowing the chagrin that hissed from the clench of my gnashing teeth, knowing that I could not escape the grasp that held the squirm of my arms, squelched the squeal of my tongue and squeaked the mirror’s face....drawing that which bound me...for life though ending....was yet just beginning.... And thirty-nine bid Adieu as middle age cascaded over me and the forties promised to move slowly....until a hand grasped and steadied me....when five-oh snuck by... |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Barry...It's true...the older you are the faster you get older...trust me on this. You're still just a youngster!  |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
At times, it does just that... but there were other, deeper lines that I saw carved into this bit of insightful right.... the right to say to one's self... dang, I did that, didn't I? It's ok, too.... to tell yourself, "I'm sorry"... you know the rest. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (02-18-2006 09:10 AM).] |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
A never ending hum from the mirror as it sorts the illusions of age with knowing eyes...but the only reason 50 comes as a shock is because some youth we used to know told us it was old. I find the older I get, the older Old gets, and that person looking back at me from the mirror has a lot of nerve usurping my place! LOL I liked this poem.  ~ Karen ~ |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"until a hand grasped and steadied me....when five-oh snuck by..." And it really does happen like that. I agree with Karen. Middle age is ALWAYS 15 years older than I am. It wokrs on a sliding scale I think. I love this poem! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You wrote this eloquently. Enjoyed. TD |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Barry, Turn the mirror to the wall. Good write |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Lllllllllove the poem, BUT: I am SIXTY!!!! And yes, that is OLD - and OLD is GREAT and I love it! I have silver-grey hair that I refuse to colour (it already has a colour) and I am the second-oldest in my office and I am healthier than everyone in the office (and everyone I know) and fitter than all except 2 who go to the gym every day. I missed 2 days at high school - one for my grandfather's funeral and one for my grandmother's. Yesterday the 17 year old daughter of a colleague had to call me, because I was walking too fast for her to catch up to me! And I thought I was strolling! Magnus, OLD is far more fun than being young. You have a lot of fun waiting for you. Carpe Diem! Hugs and Happy Birthday for the actual day you turned 50 (you spring-chicken, you)! - Owl |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
m'friend? Anybody who writes like this is ageless.  and um, I always did prefer the older gentleman. *battin' lashes* |
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