Poem -
Bag of bones
seems..
I'm a " Dave " magnet.
Suddenly
Men of a certain age .
are attracted to me..
And they never
ever was before.
My entire life.
I don't find it strange.
When I go away,
Because of bright clothes.
And braids..
Old women talk to me..
Like I've got learning difficulty..
It's funny..I do say..
And again men think..
My guard is down..
But don't blink..
It's always in place..
Trust me..
Isn't life strange..
it's for living..
Maybe my old convictions
and anxieties have
whittled away..
Leaving just bare bones..
and marrow..
and the ' real' me..
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Comments
Nicely done Pauline. You tend to always have wisdom in your words. People do love to judge us instantly I find. Like there is a need to categories a person. Rather than getting to know them inwardly. I really loved the last lines of this pieceÂ
“Maybe my old convictions
and anxieties have
whittled away..
Leaving just bare bones..
and marrow..
and the ' real' me..”
Perfectly visualised for the reader. Wonderful inkÂ
Gwen :)
..thankyou Gwen xx..I'm this age and I'm still learning how people ' work'..it's a constant never ending tapestry..life is so rich for us, to capture it and portray it is another learning curve.. xx
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I love this Pauline! So truly honestly said in verse about yourself and what others think. Why do we even care?! And like your poem suggest we dont after a while its meaningless. Just need to be true in ourselves aand everything will fall into place. Brill piece! Pxxx
I value your insight into my writings..I don'ts see why I have to vet what I put anymore..I'm old enough not to care...wish I was this free in my youth..xx