waking before gravity the lines around his eyes were less prominent a quick glance in the mirror would have convinced him that time had chosen to be kind to him but shaving seemed to awaken gravity and before the last swipe of the blade age had found his face and each line returned to its place and he with resentful grace accepted his place in death’s queue
Hey how r u?
Got caught in the maze of life. But am back after a year.
As always started with some of the best poem blogs..
Seems you have kept up the spirit of poems.
Trust we would interact more frequently now.
I really like this poem, Charles, especially the notions of shaving awakening gravity and of accepting ones “place in death’s queue.” Nicely done, my friend!
I’m glad to be spared this ritual scraping of the face w/ knives, as a woman. But love your meditation on the process of aging intersecting with the daily task.
Charles, I don’t care about all these lines, I’m heading over to the life queue. The one that is filled with IPhones, IPads, skateboards and quads. Those folk are so into their own stuff they won’t even notice me!
A fabulous and splendid poem to read. Your poem bask in rich philosophical texture. In other words, nice stuff. There seems to be a nice tone, voice and presence quality, flowing, through your masterful piece. What give this poem great sustenance is its truthfulness and passion. Again, I am overwhelmed with your persistence and total dedication, to do good works, penning poetry. You process all the primary color of the rainbow red, blue, green, yellow, violet and indigo.All you have to do is improvise through your words. Indeed, heaven is knocking at the poet’s door. Your are truly a superb poet with so much potential. Just keep telling the truth and paint with your words. Well done!
Read Between the Minds 
I feel the poem sinking down down down… until the very last line. ❤
Hey how r u?
Got caught in the maze of life. But am back after a year.
As always started with some of the best poem blogs..
Seems you have kept up the spirit of poems.
Trust we would interact more frequently now.
“each line returned to its place”-a beautiful way of teeling that one is getting old.
I really like this poem, Charles, especially the notions of shaving awakening gravity and of accepting ones “place in death’s queue.” Nicely done, my friend!
Great poem, gravity be damned!
this ^ (haha)
perfect picturisation of aging face, after an age dim/artificial light works this wonder too 🙂
I’m glad to be spared this ritual scraping of the face w/ knives, as a woman. But love your meditation on the process of aging intersecting with the daily task.
wonderfully done… could completely see that transition… and there are mornings I’ve felt that way (thought not while shaving) 🙂
This one made me smile, the good news, no one is exempt for gravity or the queue. It’s all just part of the journey
Haha – quite surreal this poem – I like it!
Charles, I don’t care about all these lines, I’m heading over to the life queue. The one that is filled with IPhones, IPads, skateboards and quads. Those folk are so into their own stuff they won’t even notice me!
A fabulous and splendid poem to read. Your poem bask in rich philosophical texture. In other words, nice stuff. There seems to be a nice tone, voice and presence quality, flowing, through your masterful piece. What give this poem great sustenance is its truthfulness and passion. Again, I am overwhelmed with your persistence and total dedication, to do good works, penning poetry. You process all the primary color of the rainbow red, blue, green, yellow, violet and indigo.All you have to do is improvise through your words. Indeed, heaven is knocking at the poet’s door. Your are truly a superb poet with so much potential. Just keep telling the truth and paint with your words. Well done!
firefly
the naked truth of death reveals itself after shaving……gravity a bane…..
… rather like putting on make-up … no more denial.
There is some poetry which is meant for the page, but yours, my friend, is meant for the ears to pang on strings wound around the heart.