The Ages of Woman

THE AGES OF WOMAN

The Ages of Woman are not a mere seven but legion,

Varied and separate yet overlapping,

Developing and complexifying

Through time.

There are the roles that we choose

And those that are imposed,

The parts that we play,

Knowing we are playing,

And those that we play

Without knowing.

I feel - at times –

like a shattered glass,

each fragment a role

to piece together

to make me whole.

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Dreamworld

Dreamworld

Come live with me in my world of dreams

Where nothing is but what it seems,

Where days flit by in the wink of an eye

Yet hours with leaden feet drag slowly by,

Where much is done yet naught achieved as such

And cold truth melts at warm illusion’s touch,

Where moonlight casts the sundial’s hours

And dreams are born of wakening flowers.

Tulip

Tulip

Snowdrops

Snowdrops

Demure maidens bend

Long-necked, white-coiffed heads towards

The pure virgin snow.