by wildsweetone
in this can remove the glasses painted in rainbow swirls of denial ..lovely job on the subject of aging...its like taking medicine...o)) bluerain
..and unforgiving read. If ever there was a poem advocating euthanasia!
'As winter draws near
her once solid frame whittles to a skeletal hue'
Is hue the right word here?
I'm nit picking. Good poem.
b'brig
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
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