7 June 06
Portrait
Every day
I draw
my left hand
the lines
get deeper
the knuckles
grow rounder
the nails
still strong
at forty-seven
Clutching at
illusion
foreshortened globs
my hand says
no hiding
The women
south of here
pay millions for
young faces
but you can’t
botox
a hand…
Paired journey:
one records
the other
is
Submitted for Illustration Friday’s theme: Portrait and prompted by Leslee’s musing on her age today
Wonderful poem! Glad my musings inspired something worthwhile!
one records
the other
is
I love that.