Aging Woman
Creases kiss her forehead and eyes
The sun speckled her skin
Gravity pulls on her breast
Her veins bulge to say hello
Her hands seem a little more tired
Like grapes that danced in the sun
Her knees and elbows look thirsty
The shape of her feet have changed
Like they're now too cultured for heels
She once was a girl
Looking for womanhood
But those days of searching
Have came and gone
A woman she is indeed
Finding grays streaking her hair
And the clock ticking away
Wondering if she should be saddened
By time passing her by
And the changes taking over
Or if she should be proud
Proud of surviving
And aging just being a symbol
To prove victories
Of her journey in life
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This shows another part of your talent, but I admit at the beginning I'm having hard time finding the message , maybe because the english symbolism is too deep for me. ;)
Thank you. I do love poetry. There was a lot of symbolism and personification of signs of aging.
But when I reread your poetry, I can now imagine what it looks like in real life every stanza you wrote. So wonderful. I think as a sign of aging for me I need to read a post like this all over and over again to catch the message. ;)
I am glad you could understand the imagery when you reread it. :)