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Array ( [sid] => 129977 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Change [time] => 2006-12-30 22:56:22 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Was this the face upon which,
Beautified innocence danced and danced?

How looks gazed, riveted untiringly!
The black lashes cast glimmering shadows,
In the dark deep blue glassy eyes;
As the reedy tufts along the banks,
Do while throwing wavering reflections,
In the unpolluted azure deep lake.

How frantic heart urged to explore,
Plunge into the depths, to be lost,
Never to be found, to endure the pangs.
The black curly locks eclipsed,
Enchanting more the broad fair forehead.

The words slipped from the tender lips,
As do the dews from the blooming roses,
When the breeze shakes them gently,
Like beads they drop one by one.
And as the dancing waves do travel,
Spread smiles onto the smooth cheeks.

Ah! What a horrible change brought,
Imperceptible feet of the passing decades,
Trod trampling the stage of beauty.
The deep creasy wrinkles seem to us,
As a dull furrowed farm of Autumn.

The cloudy eyes with spots of cataracts,
Pouring out fluid full of disgust,
Teethless gums behind the withering lips,
Dribbling mouth from both the corners,
Flesh hanging down like loose sleeves,
White worn out hair as brittle juty fiber,
Present catastrophe, inevitable, bare,
Which is forsaken in the days of vigour.
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A Change

Contributed by Muhammadshanazar on Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 10:56:22 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Was this the face upon which,
Beautified innocence danced and danced?

How looks gazed, riveted untiringly!
The black lashes cast glimmering shadows,
In the dark deep blue glassy eyes;
As the reedy tufts along the banks,
Do while throwing wavering reflections,
In the unpolluted azure deep lake.

How frantic heart urged to explore,
Plunge into the depths, to be lost,
Never to be found, to endure the pangs.
The black curly locks eclipsed,
Enchanting more the broad fair forehead.

The words slipped from the tender lips,
As do the dews from the blooming roses,
When the breeze shakes them gently,
Like beads they drop one by one.
And as the dancing waves do travel,
Spread smiles onto the smooth cheeks.

Ah! What a horrible change brought,
Imperceptible feet of the passing decades,
Trod trampling the stage of beauty.
The deep creasy wrinkles seem to us,
As a dull furrowed farm of Autumn.

The cloudy eyes with spots of cataracts,
Pouring out fluid full of disgust,
Teethless gums behind the withering lips,
Dribbling mouth from both the corners,
Flesh hanging down like loose sleeves,
White worn out hair as brittle juty fiber,
Present catastrophe, inevitable, bare,
Which is forsaken in the days of vigour.




Copyright © Muhammadshanazar ... [ 2006-12-30 22:56:22]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: A Change (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 31st December 2006 @ 12:18:47 AM AEST
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Breath taking and insightful write.

Michelle


Re: A Change (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Sunday, 31st December 2006 @ 02:32:10 PM AEST
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Your words do well to describe our changes. The ending very painful. I find the changing of times beautiful but then again a reminder of our fleeting time on this earthly plane. Some faces seem to have lived so much harder...so much more and the lines of time stand deep. .....I cannot help but still see beauty. I enjoyed the read and I thank you for sharing.
Peace and hugs,
Laura


Re: A Change (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Sunday, 31st December 2006 @ 03:05:46 PM AEST
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vivid write.
had me spellbound
as it flowed.




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