Poesia

PoeticSilence · 08-09-2013, 08:38 PM

I felt my knee grinding
The sound like gravel underfoot
A low growl and grumble
Unsympathetic and harsh
Bare bone on bone

My arms and hands sport light brown spots
Like a blighted foliage
A painless, tell-tale reminder
That my autumn has arrived
Summer has gone

The short, cropped hair
Now a silver-streaked brown
My vanity like the cottonwood tree
Displaying the silver underside
Of her green leaves

When I look at my reflection
I recognize that
My bloom is fading
I've ripened, but not fallen
I've some time still

08-09-2013, 08:38 PM	#3
PoeticSilence Member How Do You Identify?: dodges labels Relationship Status: Estranged Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Midwest Posts: 454 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3 Thanked 919 Times in 277 Posts Rep Power: 10661585	Fifty-Something I felt my knee grinding The sound like gravel underfoot A low growl and grumble Unsympathetic and harsh Bare bone on bone My arms and hands sport light brown spots Like a blighted foliage A painless, tell-tale reminder That my autumn has arrived Summer has gone The short, cropped hair Now a silver-streaked brown My vanity like the cottonwood tree Displaying the silver underside Of her green leaves When I look at my reflection I recognize that My bloom is fading I've ripened, but not fallen I've some time still __________________ Love is all you need.