this translucent
skin i'm in
will come equip with
varicose veins, like vines
they'll climb, up calves
with the ticking,
incremental crawl,
of time:
upwards,
inwards,
innards falling
over and out
words.
pick the intimate spillings up.
shuffle blush
people are laughing;
or are they clapping?
misconstrued confused
pick and choose
win or lose.
What did you think
Comments
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Why on Earth is this superb poem not applauded ? You employ striking, arresting similes like the vine comparison and your diction/ imagery is so intriguing. There is such unity of vision in this poem that coneys confusion and chaos related to ageing. Very well written. Tony
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