Sunday, November 25, 2007

Wrinkles

Slowly but surely
They reveal the stories
Of love, anguish
And of the hilarious uncertainties
Of which people bump into

Mortals are seeking immortality
Some through the Divine promise
Others with vanity flair
So they skin and peel
Brush and stroke

The human anatomy
With moisturizing creams
And all kinds
Of powdered concoctions


The time travellers
With gravity pull
In cosmic action
Make their rounds
Into our homes
Uninvitingly they come
Redesigning the structure


These aliens
Weave on the skin of nerves and gore
Their tapestry of lines and curves
Transforming smiles into frowns

With clock-like dexterity and precision
They alter the mind inside


With wrinkles warping
Wasting what was

Wonderful wear
Of roses...withered, warped
We wished winkles would

Please go away!

These vampires

Shrouded with great mystery
They try to dash the hopes
Of medicine men in search
For some miracle and a cure


When wrinkles walking

All over body parts

are no more

© Paterika Hengreaves
July 2003/Barbados

2 comments:

  1. Hello my friend...reading through this poem...makes me want to schedule an appointment with my friendly plastic surgeon..lol..

    What you have stated is so very true...and is a wonder sometimes..where these time travelers originate from???

    Maybe, somewhere out there.. it a planet... unlike ours.. where everything is smooth like glass an so soft like butter!..lol..

    I thoroughly enjoyed this one along with the opportunity to stay in touch with one as talented as you.. aloha to you from across the pacific blue...alisa..;-)

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  2. Thank you so very much for your comments on this thread. Cheers, Paterika

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