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Dec 11, 2011
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Booze Hound on Ageing
Oh fickle youth why do you forsake me?
I'm a husk, with craggy skin, worn and weathered by countless summers.
A furrowed brow, ploughed by care and worry.
Crows feet creeping from tired eyes.
Dough like flesh, dimpled and folded,
needed and rolled.
Puckered and flaccid.
Sexual appitite waning
Filled with bravado
Flim flam
And fakery,
Topped up with whiskey.
Heart stops beating.
A deafening sound,
Silence echoing.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: This is the seventh poem in the Booze Hounnd series.
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Candlewitch
13 years 7 months ago
Hi Lou!
An ode to aging...a topic on my mind. Isn't ageing bad enough without the added aches and pains to go with it? Instead of brittle skin, consider; wheathered, crinkled, craggy, rucked or wizened? As brittle has other connotations. I very much liked this poem.
always, Cat
Bloodstone
13 years 7 months ago
My intention to critique you
My intention to critique you on this piece was that initially, I felt it could do with some expansion. (more explanation I suppose.)
Dough like flesh, dimpled and folded,
needed and rolled.
In time, the life you lead unfolds
years take their toll.
Sexual appitite waning,
Puckered and flaccid.
After reading this poem a few times it started to grow on me.
It's a very real piece. The poem, from beginning to end, seems a play on the words themselves.
lou
13 years 7 months ago
Hi
I guess i should make it clear that yhis is one in a series of poems about Booze Hound.
I'm not sure if you would call it a plat on words,it is just the way the character talks.
thanks for reading
lou