time swings on our faces
leaving clutch marks
in our impressionable skin
our hair is painstakingly painted
delicate shades
of grey, white and silver
our bodies expand
like piñata balloons
or reflections in playful mirrors
and all the while
gleeful squeals of the fun fair
echo around our heads
reminding us all
of the transient joy
that is life!
Another intriguing picture with a poem with its sound, and shape and content that really says something and we hear you loud and clear!!! D&M
ReplyDeleteI am trying really hard to enjoy this aging thing! LOL. I will have to borrow your poem and remind myself it's all a fun fair! Thanks for writing and sharing.
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Yes, I think that's why I needed to write it! Thanks again for reading and commenting.
DeleteThe picture by the way, is my son The Actor playing with effects on the ipad. It is his mouth :-)
ReplyDeleteHair painstakingly painted ..? What hair?? You don't know what ageing is until you got no hair up there :-) I do have the expanding body bit though - will take your advice and enjoy that bit!
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