Rula
Rula
Jan 07, 2014

From the Diary of an Ordinary Woman

I
don't want
to grow where
white and grey mix
to conquer my hair.
Where fickle, erratic
furrows dig in everywhere,
Then all the beauty would let loose
and erode with happy memories
leaving me only loneliness to care.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Jordan, JOR

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Comments

weirdelf

unfortunately no longer archived. A lot of poets struggle with the technology however if you have a microphone, either in-built or that you can plug in to your computer, or a headset with mike, Vocaroo makes it pretty easy.

The drawback is that Vocaroo is not archival, the recordings could disappear any time after three months. I am looking into using Youtube and other sources but the technology is even more daunting.

William Saint George

is this poem about old age? That's what I see in here, a woman worried that age with turn her hair grey, and create those line that mar the beauty of her face.

That's all I see in here. And thanks for the reading Jess. :D

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Rula

about old age. Thanks for visiting.

PS. You said that Jess's reading helped you to understand the piece better. Would you tell me where you had troubles, if any.

Rula

Rula

11 years 3 months ago

Jess' s reading sure gives it an additional dimension.
Thanks again