Handicraft
Here is an art ,
a pattern;
sunken eyes glowing with wisdom from deep beneath
feathers shiny and as white as kans flower
tossing in a gentle air ..
furrows and wrinkles the embroideries
skillfully scribbled on the face;
fineries of web and tide.
A frame with dismantled structures
dislocated
deconstructed
terryifying to a juvenile eye.
uncompromising moments
assembling to form a time within a time
a trail of history left behind,
mystified,
the inevitable.
Quaid Uz Zaman
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/13/2020
Poet's note: On the process of aging.
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