by jeanne rene watson
Monday, July 20, 2009
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to the edge of the pool
with her own pomp and circumstance,
and we squint
even behind the darkest of sun shades
snickers skew tight lips,
potatoes chips held suspended over clam dip
crumble between our fingertips
and we shiver under the heat of our own dementia
with arduous sigh I follow
the slant of her smile
and the ageless bounce of bosoms,
the ornamented red of cheek
still the burn of her maidenhood
the dip of her toe into water,
the breezy dismissal of time under weightless chiffon
cast away with a giggle
and we twitter, but no one rushes in to save an old woman
perhaps, she is mercifully blind to the color of melancholy,
never touching the texture of wrinkle, the blemish of crease . . .
simply lost in an euphoria
too fragile to deny her bed fellows
age and heartache
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|Reviewed by Art Sun
|Nice work Jean....many emotions within a short and simple poem that give a reflective character to this work...
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Excellent! A singular subjective objective distortion and denial of aging captured with keen acumen jeanne rene. The imagery and simile linger like an aroma in the readers senses.