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hatchzel
Hazel Bernardo
United States, New York, New York

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Vanity Circus

When I was 6 years old
I looked at mom's face
She had lines around her mouth
Like cracked soil in a pot


When I was 10 years old
I had a teacher
She wears Chanel No.5
But her eyes drooped



When I was 12 years old
I had a favorite vendor
She sells my favorite pudding
Her hands crawl of spider veins



When I was 18 years old
I danced with 18 roses
I am forever young
My mom's lines grew ten fold



When I was 24 years old
My face was changed
Just a bit
Paranoia sets in


When I was 26 years old
My boyfriend saw a grey strand
I freaked out, cried like hell
I pulled it out with angst



When I was 28 years old
I saw lines under my eyes
I look like a racoon
Creams piled up on my pores


I am going 29 years old
My face starts to age
Acceptance is on its way
I feel more calm


I looked into a mirror
I count them every Sunday
Eagle's feet around my mouth
I reach for a regenerist


I wake up from a silk pillow
I face another day of aging
I am me. vanity fades slowly
I will be aright



Hopefully I will age gracefully.

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jay Comment by: jay - 2007-05-07 08:14
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I like this poem. You are a very talented lady.
rupertdepaula Comment by: rupertdepaula - 2007-04-26 06:07
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oh dear, getting older sucks...to be 18 again.
Kerosene Comment by: Kerosene - 2007-04-20 07:37
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I liked the interjections of each third line in the stanza. Especially the "She sells my favorite pudding" - uniquely done

john
Quigley Comment by: Quigley - 2007-04-20 05:38
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This poem moves one to think of our own mortality, as it relates to us personally. I think that's the beauty of it. The way that it makes it about everyone but mostly about YOU. Then makes that YOU = the reader. I liked it. I did have one thought . . . in stanza three you used "favorite" twice. You can use a different word I am sure. "Beloved" works for the vendor, or maybe use "choice" or "tasty" for puddings. I don't know. A thesaurus would be better than my poor brain I am sure. Also changing tenses from past to present in the middle of a stanza breaks the reader's concentration. May wanna consider it.
AngelWing Comment by: AngelWing - 2007-04-14 23:06
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I like this. It includes the views of woman kind as they age. Really good work!!
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