Sonny Rainshine

The Alchemy Of Growing Old - Poem by Sonny Rainshine

She was born
with a coronet
of wispy gold twine.

At seven
Sunlight and weather tempered
and forged for her
a tiara of fine copper wire
which she wore until middle age.

At forty
she was bequeathed with
a diadem of diamonds
and topazes.

At sixty
time has refined the contours of her face
and filaments of silver
have modeled a halo for her head.

Comments about The Alchemy Of Growing Old by Sonny Rainshine

  • (5/12/2006 1:47:00 PM)

    You have such a graceful and beautyful style in this, an absolute 10 from me, Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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  • (5/12/2006 9:27:00 AM)

    Sonny, this is such a beautiful piece, and a very original view of growing better with age. I love the metaphor of her 'crown' evolving into a halo. Nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 12, 2006

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