Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Porcelain Doll

Despondent, she stares at the mirror,
hoping to see the girl of her youth.
And yet, aging has weathered her skin,
and the sun's harsh light confirms the truth.

Wrinkles, masked by a coat of makeup,
she touches up, whatever's peeling.
And the false face staring back at her
reflects the distress she is feeling.

A dab of powder fills in crow's feet,
a rosy rouge brings her cheekbones back.
And the bags under her eyes get smoothed,
while mascara lashes are brushed black.

Red lips complete the porcelain doll,
while all her blemishes disappear.
And once more, she transforms her image;
hiding years behind a thin veneer.

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Line Gauthier May 26, 2018 at 7:12 PM Well penned, Emile. Emile Pinet May 27, 2018 at 8:03 AM Thanks Line, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

Samantha Withee April 10, 2016 at 10:18 AM Very nice pen, Well written and well done. Emile Pinet April 10, 2016 at 2:03 PM Thanks Samantha, I appreciate you friendly comments. Emile.

Anna Hopper February 8, 2016 at 12:51 PM Excellent pen! I feel this same war with the mirror and aging. I never had to wear makeup before. Now I feel hideous without it. Emile Pinet February 8, 2016 at 12:57 PM Thanks Anna, I appreciate you friendly visits and comments. Emile.

Wilfred Aniagyei February 8, 2016 at 12:17 AM Strong flow with an embodied message...... the mastery of language here is worth emulating. You have a wonderful touch, Emile.... A def 7!! Emile Pinet February 8, 2016 at 9:44 AM Thanks Wilfred, I appreciate you friendly comments. Emile.

Sandra Adams February 7, 2016 at 3:32 PM very strong message and image within, so many turn to ways to hide the signs of aging especially those with money...i guess no one wants to grow old...except those that never had a chance, my mother passed at 55 and she always said she could never see herself as an old women...she didn't have to....i liked this one! Might fine writing :) Emile Pinet February 8, 2016 at 9:43 AM Thanks so much Sandra, I appreciate your friendly comments of support. Emile.