Another response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Octain Refrain
Invaded by an alien
blue veins are pulsing marbled mud
breasts desiccated, juiceless buds
skin has become reptilian
amber hair is now dusty grey
can’t sleep at night and doze all day
heart that once soared now only thuds
I have become an alien
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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writing in north norfolk 
I hope to age gracefully as I can, reptilian skin and all ~
Lovely work on the form Kim ~ Thanks for joining us ~
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Thank you, Grace, for your kind comment.
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Beautiful work on the form 🙂 such a touching write.
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Thank you, Sanaa 😊
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Yes, those moments you glance in the mirror and think…who is that?!
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So astute. Yet underneath it all, there is still the heart and spirit of a young person (hopefully). I try to wear my scars and wrinkles as trophies of survival.
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Very poignant number two, Kim. We all become aliens eventually!
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Inside we are still young at heart! Poignant poem.
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Yikes, age is taking its toll!
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it takes much strength and courage to live to old age
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I know how you feel. I am always puzzled when I look in the mirror. Great poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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Awwww. This makes me a little sad, but I also think there’s an edge of humor here. Growing old gracefully, indeed.
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Great poem and apt sentiment. This is a lovely poem- but the rhyme scheme is confusing here. The middle tercet is not acc but rather aca with the two c’s repeating in the same line. I had a little trouble with that part too when I wrote my first one. I think this is a great “first” octain. They’re a lot of fun and force you to reach beyond your first idea; so, write some more as you write so very well!
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A bold write about the realities of aging. If only our bodies could continue to represent the youthfulness of our minds.
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Powerful. Some of the most beautiful people I know are seniors …reptilian skin and all!
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A journey we all go on at some point. Well captured.
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At t he moment I feel ancient!
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sMiLes.. my friend..
80.. i felt at 21..
16.. at 22..
105.. at 47..
and 16 again
at 53-55.. no longer
am i sure that aging even
or odd numbers are even real..:)
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It’s all numbers anyway and I was never any good at maths!
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Ha.. good at
Math for me
But not
Much writing
‘Till
50..
Now literally
11 million
Words..
Change is
Interesting
And crazy
Real.. WInks..:)
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