mind and body don't necessarily stay in tune
poem may be read two ways


Frac/tured

The essense of me
cries out
from a young heart
with a lusty shout:
I am not so old
I do not feel
with passion
all too painful
and all too real
The reality of aging
is exposed so cruelly
robbed of youth's agility
I still have eyes to see:
A face I do not know
a characature of me
looking from a mirror
with a pitiful plea
Eyes dull and folded
like cold eggs in a plate
mouth and skin tired
as in a death watch wait:
For life to come
or life to go
Make my body young
or my mind old







Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-11-14 at 00:17

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2009-11-16


shells
I loved the sound of the intended strucure of your poem, could you have another go to get it formatted on the page, so your title can really do it justice? I had to smile at the "like cold eggs on a plate" I think we will all remain young at heart!
2009-11-14


Damon
I know the feeling! I look in the mirror and it makes me feel old--then see a beautiful woman and wonder am I really? But I know that if I tried anything I would find out quickly tha tI am. On No how old I am!
Great poem Phyllis!
Damon
2009-11-14


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Sorry readers, this didn't make it on the published page as it was written. Stanzas are 4 lines each and every other one is supposed to be set in to the middle of the page so that the poem can be read as two, seperate verticle poems or one poem fractured apart. I don't know why the format didn't transfer when I published it.
2009-11-14


Kathy Lockhart
Wow, that's some great writing. I felt it as I read it. The last lines were astounding. I say Amen.
2009-11-14