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by Sam Rix 

Posted: 06 May 2004
Word Count: 183
Summary: A yarn about realisation of aging. A work in progress, needs a little tweeking.


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The face I see before me stares back watchful and intent
In those eyes I see secrets kept and stories already conveyed
On those lips lie anticipation, trepidation too
Demonstrated upon that brow, fissures of care and worry are etched

I accepted my childhood had long gone
I was not ready for my adolescence’s escape
I am no where near ready for youth’s cessation
The middle years have come to embrace

The mirror never lies, I am no longer young
Stung by this revelation, I balk in denial
This moment had to come, but I am not ready to lose my illusions
My innocence of youth has washed away with eroding experience

I look for signs of immaturity, reckless abandon
Seeking idioms to youths supplication
Where are the margins of the ancient, where are the drapes to youth
My critical eye scans with perception and spies just a faint trace

Formed by times caress and molestation
This chimera that we never age
I try to validate my malleable countenance
As my life passes I hope into an even richer stage

Sam Rix






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Account Closed at 14:35 on 09 May 2004  Report this post
This is so true, especially as I'm coming up to my 40th birthday in June!! And my mother always says she still feels as if she's only 16 years old and she can't imagine who this weird old woman is when she looks in the mirror (she's in her 70s)!!

I did wonder whether (drastic notion) you'd sharpen it up by actually cutting out the penultimate verse? I don't think it would lose anything if you did that, and tidied up a bit. There's some great phrases/ideas - eg "secrets kept and stories already conveyed".

Anne B

Sam Rix at 15:43 on 10 May 2004  Report this post
Hi Anne,
Thanks for the support, 40 years seems to be creeping up on me too and I sure remember when my father hit 40, it seemed mighty old! Now I know I did him a disservice in my appreciation of what age means on all levels…
I hope no young nipper gives me a hand over the road yet! :-)

I take on board what you offer on the penultimate verse, it's too late in the sequence and detracts from the inevitability. I've reset the layout of the verse and will have a mull over the 'feel' of the journey throught this and to the final line...

Love and luck to you and yours…
Sam


The Walrus at 21:38 on 12 May 2004  Report this post
An honest, wistful piece. I liked it, I don't necessarily agree with it in terms of the passage of time, but I liked it.

The Walrus

Fearless at 08:46 on 15 May 2004  Report this post
...as I glance at my white hairs and mildly distressing (not) patch of baldness, I am reminded of two things; I feel younger now than I have done in the last seven years, and damnit, every single one of those white hairs has been worth it. I liked this Steve, thanks,

Fearless

Sam Rix at 14:42 on 07 June 2004  Report this post
Christina,
Thanks for your support and help, I appreciate it.
Yeah, I guess we all mark time with a different eye and more importantly with changing moods…

Ha ha ha ha Woz,

An excellent reply, I have got to agree with you there, the ride is the most important part.

A word that is beginning to mean so much more to me now – PERCEPTION, such a powerful concept, such a confusing duality, like a diamond with many facets, none reflect the same!
What a wonderful world we'd have if everyone took the time to review other's perceptions, not just their own blinkered view.

Love and luck to you and yours
Steve


Dawn at 15:07 on 16 September 2004  Report this post
Sam Rix - Cockney

My family name is Rix and they are cockneys

I havent had the chance to read your work but am desperate to know if we are related....where did you get Rix from???

dawn@vuetec.com


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