A face once smooth and creamy as alabaster is now lined and sallow speckled with liver spots and moles screaming to be free of the skin The thick, dark hair highlighting burnt sienna becomes thinning and white Once tight skin was stretched over strong muscular limbs Now, no longer defying gravity it hangs in crepe folds as the body loses the density of bone Soon the cycle will end Ashes to ashes
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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23 thoughts on “Beginning to End”
A really wonderful poem, Christine. Your descriptions are so realistic as our aging body draws to its end!
I like the way you contrast youth and age in your ‘Beginning to End’ poem, Christine, right to the punchline, ‘ashes to ashes’, a phrase we know so well, but don’t hear that often. You’ve created vivid images, such as ‘moles screaming to be free of the skin’ and skin hanging in crepe folds’. Strange to think we all end up like that.
I remember a dermatologist once told me that the mall is just something that is dying to exit the body. That’s why they get larger and larger. Unless of course it’s cancerous and then you need to get rid of it quick. 😬
A really wonderful poem, Christine. Your descriptions are so realistic as our aging body draws to its end!
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Thanks Dwight. Unfortunately it is not a pretty sight is it?
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No it isn’t. Scary sometimes.
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🤣
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This is indeed how age changes us.
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Yes aging is very cruel 😳
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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the grandparent of all endings…
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Yes indeed! ☺️
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I like the way you contrast youth and age in your ‘Beginning to End’ poem, Christine, right to the punchline, ‘ashes to ashes’, a phrase we know so well, but don’t hear that often. You’ve created vivid images, such as ‘moles screaming to be free of the skin’ and skin hanging in crepe folds’. Strange to think we all end up like that.
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I remember a dermatologist once told me that the mall is just something that is dying to exit the body. That’s why they get larger and larger. Unless of course it’s cancerous and then you need to get rid of it quick. 😬
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I have quite a few moles. My two-year-old grandson like to touch them.
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Must be fascinating for a little one. Very cute 🥰
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the mole, not the mall! Lol 😆
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In the end we always decay
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Indeed we do.
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There is aging and aging gracefully, which I hope I fall in the latter. That’s life and it ends for us all in ashes. Hope all is well.
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Yes Grace, all is well, thank you. I hope I am aging gracefully too ☺️💕
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Oh, the relentless encroachment upon youth 😦
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Agingis so cruel 🫤
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powerful words 💗
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Thank you Roberta ☺️💕
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Amen!
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