PATINA (A Quadrille)

My skin crunches* to the touch like withered petals pressed in a book aged and well loved. Its bronze has lost its luster. Its softness wears the patina bequeathed by time. But knowledge flows in my veins wisdom powers my bones and I am.   ~~~~~~~ For DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt – Crunch, courtesy of Whimzygizmo.Continue reading “PATINA (A Quadrille)”


This rose has been too long in the sun Her edges are getting dry Gone are her petals’ velvety shine in its stead are the unsightly lines that no doubt say she’s past her prime. Her thorns get sharper as they wither Her fragrance betrays the odor of decay Will she remain the treasured flowerContinue reading “WILL YOU?”