Lines – A Poem

Lines from the soul
Etched on the skin –
Carved from the joys and
The sorrows within.
Life through the years
Has furrowed the face
That once showed a smooth,
Supple mask in its place.
Gone is the youthful
Blush of a teen.
Gone the lush fervor
That once was so keen.
What are the stories
Those channels could tell?
Are they of heaven,
Or are they of hell?
Yes. . .
–Dawn Cawthon Behrens


(Song interlude.  “Lines on My Face” by Peter Frampton. I love the opening instrumental.)

About grandawn

I live in Stillwater, Oklahoma, USA. I have three wonderful grandchildren. I am a teacher, writer, actor, singer. . . and whatever else I can manage.
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10 Responses to Lines – A Poem

  1. granny1947 says:

    That is beautiful Dawn…when I get home I will look in the mirror…see what my lines have to say…or maybe not.

  2. lines from the skin… etched on skin.. beautifully said, indeed..

  3. Mike Patrick says:

    I never saw laugh lines on anyone’s face who did not smile, laugh and enjoy life. They often coexist with the longer and deeper character lines indicating a person has lead a life of growth, experience, learning and overcoming hardships—children are reflected there too—and if wisdom can be read on a face, it is in the character lines. Crow’s feet, tiny crow’s feet, kept constantly at bay through cosmetics and Botox, are the vanity lines of those who would stall great beauty and cling to teenage immaturity. You, Grandawn, are aging very gracefully.

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