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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Farewell To Youth




Café au lait on peach pale skin

The ripeness of the fleshy meat

The juice that runs so dark and sweet

Let wisdom’s wine run down the chin.

Yes, bid farewell to callow youth

Whose verdant fruit’s so bitter raw

And drape oneself in golden straw

Aged perfectly through years of truth.


9 comments:

Brian Miller said...

aged perfectly through years of truth...smiles....ha...somethings do get better with age...just saying...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such classic phrasing in this piece gives it the authenticity of form poetry. I really enjoyed this poem.

nene said...

Wonderful and wise.
Gracias

Daydreamertoo said...

Apart from love, nothing can beat the truth. I so appreciate being told it instead of lies.
This reads like wine ages... perfectly.
Lovely Poetry.

darev2005 said...

Absolutely perfect. Many of the sentiments I am feeling myself right now. But I still consider myself a callow adult.

Poet Laundry said...

Wise words that roll off the tongue so nicely with this form. I really enjoyed this read!

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Enjoying your beautiful words......

*hugs*

Mimi

manicddaily said...

Ah! Those of us that are aged less than perfectly think that perhaps delusion can age too!

Well done. k,

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Wonderful words Lolamouse - so beautifully written.

Well done!

Anna :o]