Written for:  Carpe Diem #1345 The Story of the Young King of the Black Isles
(Scheherazade tells a story in 1001 Arabian Nights)

blue oceans
filled with all kinds of life
no more tears

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

age-wrinkled face
lifetime of happy and sad
does not reflect interior

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to interior

  1. hypercryptical says:

    Such truth in your words.
    Yours are my thoughts when the mirror snatches a glance of me. Ancient I may be on the exterior, but inside the zest for life remains.
    Anna :o]


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