At Six (-teen) (-ish)

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,
Such seems your beauty still.

              William Shakespeare, Sonnet 104

I recognize myself
in the epigraph
to your book of poems
wishing to be remembered
as beautiful
like you are
Gone more than twenty years now
while I am feeling
painfully mortal
I was that girl too
attracting gazes
taking literally the admonishment
What you gonna do just sit there and watch?
Lately I’ve softened
let go
fallen into bed
abandoning grudges
because somehow
I know you
  (and Prince)
would have wanted me to
The violets are up in the backyard
their faces to morning sun
I am thinking of you
wishing for rain

I’ve completely lost my way in April, but this poem was prompted by Kerry’s prompt to the Real Toads recognizing Shakespeare’s birthday.

Also, today the runaway sentence turns six years old! Thank you, gentle readers, for encouraging me in this space for all these years.


  1. Remembering the seventeenish-ness... I like that little note in the poem and those violets (purple too?)

  2. Dear Marian--congrats on the 6 years! You have done many months of non-stop poetry! This is a beautiful poem and thanks for sharing it today. k .

  3. Lovely, and I like the voice…and the violets.


  4. Beautiful images and congratulations on 6 years :-)

  5. One of the gifts Shakespeare gave the people of the world is that his words tie us all together somehow.

  6. I like Kerry's wise words above, and I very much like your sweet, nostalgic poem.

    Happy Blog Birthday!

  7. I am thinking of you
    wishing for rain

    One would have wanted good things coming the way of our loved ones. And that's wonderful to have made for that long and sustaining it, Marian!


  8. I love the violets turning their faces to the sun. And happy 6th! That is six years of very fine writing, which we have so enjoyed reading.


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