Time The Artist


With a patient hand
on a once smooth face
Time draws wrinkles
that a smile teases into crinkles
like ripples on a still lake

With a smooth stroke
on once dark hair
Time paints some white
that stands out bright
like stars in the night sky

With a delicate flick
on once fair skin
Time dabs on some dots
liberally sprinkles spots
like paint splatters on the floor

With a gentle tug
on once firm flesh
Time lovingly moulds
soft pleated folds
like slept-in silk sheets

Ravages of age
or the gifts of life
Once etched they remain
A work of joy and pain
by an artist called time

© 2015 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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