Not Always April
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| Artist unknown |
NOT ALWAYS APRIL
Look at the gray,
the wrinkles, creases–
the only part of the boy I was
is the twinkle in my indigo eyes.
Try to fool myself into thinking
I’m still me inside,
even if nobody sees.
There is no fooling
an old fool, right?
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Posted for Quadrille (44 word poems) Monday at DVerse Poets.
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Love the thought of those eyes remaining.
ReplyDeleteAw, that was a great poem, Christopher! We are always who we are, even if that version evolves over time.
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
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lillian here....the pubtender who created the prompt with the word "indigo". As a septuagenarian, I could relate to this poem. The process of aging can sometimes take you by surprise when I look in the mirror. Somedays I expect to see the younger me....oh not the twenty-year old, but maybe the fifty-year old? And then you look closely, and the twinkle in the eyes can always be there...no matter the age! Thanks for posting!
ReplyDeleteChris, this feels introspective and quietly poignant. The twinkle in those indigo eyes says so much.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
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oh, how i relate! if the mirror isn't reminding me, the ache in my hands is right there! i'm glad to know you still have smiling eyes. :)
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