she looked into the mirror,
dabbed a bit of perfume
touched up her lips,
checked on her studs
perfectly coiffured
with not a single hair
out of place, yet again
she smoothened her dress.
satisfied with herself
she was ready to face
the world, as of now.
she was so afraid of aging
a dead giveaway-
her knotted fingers!
19 comments:
I liked that there was no sign of aging whatsoever until the last lines...up to that point you were simply describing a beautiful woman. I really enjoyed this!
that is the way a woman is
this so much reminds me of a short story that I wrote 25 years ago. :)
It's a process we can cover up - for a time - but not change.
Those last two lines kind of sting! Even the aged are afraid of aging...
Loved the twist at the end! Why is it we are so afraid to grow old gracefully...
awesome poem...
i cd actually see the imagery u have painted so well in this poem...
cool... keep writing!
You just perfectly described my husband's grandmother!
She tried to disguise her aging but her hands were the dead giveaway!
Amazing how the hands are the window to age, as the eyes are the window to the soul. Great poem!
I'm too old to die young!
ha!! you can rarely hide your age ;) nice one !!
And just how does one tie their fingers into knots?
she is a beautiful aging lady...much like my partner who turned 60 today...and never afraid of aging....keep writing my dear
Oh my goodness - I haven't looked at my fingers lately - now I dare'nt!
What you see is what you get with me. If I look my age then so be it!!Delightful piece.
I loved the twist at the end. Our bodies will always give us away. Hug
Hi Gautami, clever you!!!
Oh yes, the hands will give you away! LOL!
I like Whitesnake's comment. I have a tee shirt with those words on, from the Billy Connolly tour.
Nice poems posted.
Boise real estate
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