Life At Forty

 

LIFE AT FORTY

She rested
in his arms, her
hair all-a-tousled;
blush of love
still on her cheeks.
“You’re a vision”
he said.
Smiling,
she remembered
how invisible
she felt
at sixteen.

2013-08-28
P. Wanken

 

Written for Poetic Asides #234: Vision

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7 comments

    1. Ron. This may be one of those poems I try to edit/re-work (maybe making it into a triolet?)…because what I really wanted to convey was a 16-year old (feeling invisible) thinking about what it would be like to be the 40-year old in this scene. But I was tired and the pain meds for my toothache were telling me to “post and go to sleep”. So I did.

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  1. A lovely scene–40 is when you start to see things that you’d rather not–image wise…50 you wish for the things that scared you at 40! LOL 🙂

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