Woman Unseen

can you see me
over here
still alive
still breathing
still wanting
still needing
needing what
I just don’t know
no longer young
but don’t feel old
not enough wisdom
in my weary soul
lived all these years
and learned
so damn little
Rome burned
while I fiddled
where was my heart
where was my mind
picking up sticks
wasting time
erstwhile friends
slipped away
to a time and place
of yesterdays
children grew
and moved away
don’t need me
to find their way
when I was young
and not yet old
still traveling
an easy charmed road
did not think
this day would come
old as the hills
but still
too young

©2021 KT Workman

(Note: Though this doesn’t seem to apply to men, we women of a “certain age,” become invisible. This poem is for all the not-seen ladies out there.)

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

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KT Workman

KT Workman grew up in the rural South without the benefit of cell phones or the Internet, a time and place that has heavily influenced her writing. To this day, when she puts pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—nine times out of ten her mind veers south onto that old, familiar road. It goes home. KT resides in Arkansas where she writes a wide variety of gothic and speculative fiction, poetry, and dabbles in watercolor painting and amateur photography.

9 thoughts on “Woman Unseen”

  1. I love the wistfulness of this piece. Yeats, too, mourned the loss of youth.

    You are not invisible. Your words are hot flesh and pulsing blood. A passionate writer is timeless and wrinkled pages and dog ears are the evidence.

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    1. I think we all morn the loss of youth to a certain extent. For me, the lost ability to turn men’s heads is of secondary importance to the reduction of energy and physical strength. It sucks when your body can’t do what your mind wants to. But at least I still have my mind intact…maybe. lol 🤪
      Thank you for your uplifting words, Andrew….you’re a true friend. 💙

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      1. I totally get what you’re saying. I feel the winds of change in my own life. The other day I toppled over when I was clipping my toenails!

        But (I think) the mind and heart are the sexiest part of a person and the most enduring. If I’m starting to look like CS Lewis I can only hope to think like him when I’m eating jelly toast and sipping tea in bed next to the woman I love and reminding her of what we know to be true in a crazy world that has lost its mind. Before we turn off the lights.

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        1. Well, then, here’s to eating jelly toast (I prefer strawberry) and sipping tea (I’m a Southerner, so whether hot or over ice, I take sugar) while in bed next to the person you love. I wish that for you, Andrew, with all my heart. May it come to pass. 💙
          And by the way, to avoid toppling over while clipping your toenails, you can do it laying on your back, and bringing your foot up to your hands. A few times over the course of my life when I herniated a disc, that’s how I did it. Shaved my legs that way too. You won’t have to worry about shaving, though…I don’t think. 😉

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