“Is something wrong”
you hesitated far too long.
I saw the change in your eyes
’tis a look you can’t disguise.
Time has left it’s mark ‘tis true,
but a few grey hairs?
‘cos of course,
doesn’t worry me… at all…
That’s what hairdressers are for… *cough* xx
This Photograph study is courtesy of Arjun,
His photo’s are reflections of life
and truly capture the imagination.
and we die
but in between,
of life to be seen.
This photo taken,
of a man looking back,
his expression caught by a
silent attack. What is he thinking,
on what does he ponder as he looks to
the lens, no sign of wonder.
“Here am I,
here I stand,
my life written
by a pitiless hand.
Lines, careworn I show,
my mouth, held firmly just so.
I live, I love, and share my pain too,
as you stare at me, I stare back steadily,
Posted in About Life..., Ageing, Camera, Eyes, Imagination, Photo's, Poem, Thoughts
Tagged About Life, Ageing, Camera, Imagination, Photo's, Poem, Thoughts
was never ending,
we were tied to this Earth,
would we look and feel differently
should it mean an ending to birth,
would we go on forever blindly,
searching sand grains for truth,
or would we eternally look backwards
decrying lost youth?…
I often wonder what would be our response to the ‘gift’ of being genetically altered to live longer, Scientists are always delving into mans make-up, my instinctive reaction was that if you take away the barrier of Death and the hope of life beyond the veil, all manner of difficulties arise, not least overcrowding. This was just a thought which surfaced… What Say You?
Posted in About Life..., Acceptance, Ageing, Answers, Circle of Life, Endings, Poem+, Questioning, Science, Thoughts
Tagged Acceptance, Answer, Circle of Life, Circles, Endings, Life, Questioning, Science
The old wooden fence leant over,
weighed down by age and wear.
Thick-set ivy clung on regardless
white-belled flowers nod in the air.
The house looked lost and dreamy,
dusty windows mournful to see
how unruly was the large garden
without hands tending lovingly.
Years passed by since it’s owner,
had gone sadly leaving no heirs.
Years since any voice echoed
in faded rooms, halls and stairs…
But wait, loud voices and laughter,
a key opens the creaking front door,
the house shivers to it’s top rafter
sensing feet and hands as they explore.
The new fence stands proud and smiling
the house looks on, feeling utmost glee
totally spick and span as it could wish
complete with a happy, loving family…
I didn’t know how to end the story of the house and garden, sometimes I just go with the flow, this time tho’ I nearly went the wrecking crew route, but didn’t have the heart,.. The house, the fence and garden is now alive to me ,… you see? 😉
Posted in About Life..., Ageing, Beauty, Decisions, Door, Feelings, Happiness, Hope, House and Garden, Imagination, Narrative Poem, Reflecting, Saving
Tagged Ageing, Beauty, Dreaming, Family, Fantasy, House and Garden, Life, Narrative Poem
I jumped the
“I did it”
but my trailing
foot was caught.
I could see years
behind me, even
more up front, in fact
years lined up
’Twas a terrible sight,
so many years gone,
Made me really
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” was a question I hated as a child… I didn’t know then (I would stare at the questioner, hard…) and I don’t know now… I’ve not grown up you understand, in fact never will this girl be grown up… a virtual Peta Pen … “Second star to the right, and straight on ’till morning.” … I refuse to age, I will put my foot down ‘n if I must be carried along by the years I’ll be kicking ‘n screaming ‘til I’m heard and taken notice of… NO more ageing, ‘tis the height of being ageist and I won’t stand for it… This year by year of being labelled, asked ‘your age please’ on forms, by anyone of a grown up nature. Surely you don’t need to ask, I’m so many years YOUNG for goodness sake… and I shall die young… That’s my story and I’m sticking to it… So there!!
Lady P (aka Pen) xx
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Posted in About Life..., Ageing, Ageism, Blogs, Dignity, Peter Pan, Poem+, Youth
Tagged Ageing, Ageism, Barriers, Life, Peter Pan, Poem, Youth