Leopard print lycra
Stretched too tight
Over tired hips
And faded lips
Bleeding crimson
Into pursed lines
Peroxide blonde
Faded to brass
Blows like straw
In winter’s maw
Threadbare tapestry
Of make-believe
Mascara laden
Heavy lids
Too much TV
Don’t want to see
The fresh faced young
Embracing life
Another drink
Another smoke
Tears tired eyes
The mirror lies
She looks away
He loved her once
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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This tugs at the heart strings, Sue.
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You could see it so clearly in her…
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This is so very sad Sue. I have to say it is a beautiful poem, you will touch all who read it . We have all seen her.💜💜
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We have… and it is very sad. Cool
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💜
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Loved this
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Thank you, Cheryl.
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A poignant poem Sue. How are you doing? Hugs.
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Tired today, but not bad thank you 🙂
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Sending healing thoughts for you my friend
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Thank you ❤️
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You’re welcome 😉
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No doubt expert psychologists would have some profound and highly confusing and improbable explanation, but your observation is the one I’d go for, so simple and perceptive.
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The simple ones are usually the good ones .
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Try telling that to the ‘experts’.
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Ah well… not sure I’ll live long enough to convince them 😉
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I’ll take that as a reflection on the impossibility of telling some people anything ever, and not on your life expectancy!
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There are those who fit that category 😉
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Such a sad poem, Sue. But it is beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Once is such a sad word… Glad to see you’re posting, Sue!
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Once is indeed a sad word…
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thank you for sharing xxx
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A beautiful, if heart breaking, poem, Sue.
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Thanks, Mary .
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A lovely poem Sue, albeit sad.
Hope you are having a ‘good’ day.
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Not a bad one anyway 😉
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OK. Thinking of you and sending hugs and positive vibes.
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Thanks, Di. x
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❤
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It’s so hard for women to get old gracefully in a world where youth is worshiped. This is a sad story too often repeated. (K)
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It is, both sad and true x
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Solid imagery. Heavy feeling, but exquisite
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Thank you.
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Not easy at all. This is a sad one, Sue.
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Very sad …
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Beautiful and haunting Sue – like a faded old movie star. ❤
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Thank you, Debby
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Hugs xxx
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