Faded Layers, Wizard Award Winner Options

[Eisa]

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Faded Layers


I frown at my reflection wistfully
and recognise my bloom’s become debris.
Instead, my mother gazes back; in truth,
maturity replaced my tender youth.
Soft silk has been exchanged for crinkled crepe
to shroud my inmost self. I can’t escape
from Time’s persistent pace, for she’s designed
this puckered faded fashion, so maligned.


Time’s fingers frayed my visage … I accept
the ravages she wreaked, for they reflect
life’s stormy waters, where no calm appears
to shape persona through tempestuous tears.
I rummage through the rustiness of life
to trace the winding tracks that turn to strife.
Determination’s pushed me to pursue
my problems, hiding battle scars from view.


As seasons change, I face them …  unafraid
of Time's relentless tides and facial raids.
Inside I may be bruised with wounds from war,
yet I’ve survived to stretch my wings and soar.
So mirror image, though you may displease
when dusty covers are removed; just ease
my faded layers back to look behind …
a stronger fabric shows … my mellow mind!

[Guest__*]

Dear Snow,

This is quite beautiful, in it's mature acceptance of nature's progress, and your incredible long series of metaphores never wears out.

You are obviously the sort of lady that I love to know, who within herself knows where TRUE beauty lies .....

Now, to be totally rude. When I saw your title, my rubbish mind immediately jumped to english slang, where a "layer" is a hen (laying eggs), and an "old boiler" is a boiling fowl, sadly also applied to ladies past the first shall we say flush of youth. So a "fading layer" = old boiler, past-fresh lady, but I have no intention of applying this to present company.

Turns out my crazy mind was spot on !

Well done on this beautiful and serene poem !

Love
Alan