Dents

The rhythm for this poem was inspired by the incredible Ada Limon.

Well there stood I, yet again dumbfounded by

How my beauty and my youth got chipped away 

Never noticed seasons passing by, swiftly

Or the dents made by people that should've stayed.

Author's Note

Image by heltoncostap on Pixabay.

Reviews

[apennylate]

She is indeed incredible, and your meter is in actuality quite brilliantly stapled down.
An ode worth ovation.

I wish emotional hail damage could be buffered out..

Well penned...

[Omikron]

Thank you kindly for taking the time to write such a well-articulated and thoughtful review. How jovial that you also appreciate the impeccable Ada Limon.

Thank you for reading. / O

[apennylate]

Hue hue hue, aye indeed...
How jovial an occasion to submit our passions at the feet of better writers in the form of fervent copy and paste from the soul.
You are welcome