Monday, September 13, 2010
This weeks prompt asked us to create something using these words - but not to look them up.
I have taken a step to explore the free flowing poetry format....
Embrangled in my youthful fancies
It slammed me like a mac truck.
For a time I remained
Vilipent and full of denial.
But now, every mirror visit
I see more grey hairs and wrinkles.
Bemused, Periapt, fearful.
I wonder if I aught to invite myself
to the pity party I’ve just created
or creep away
to search for hair dye or the newest wrinkle cream
Join the harried crazed eyed bottle blonds
seeking to recapture a youth slipping past.
Perhaps I’ll revel,
Embrangled in this next stage of my life instead.