Relishing the POWER of the camera,
I turn the lens 
Frame myself in the shadows
The effect is almost a CAMEO
I see the ONSET of age
I try not to flinch 
As I OFTEN do
Instead to embrace and claim:
Click.

Georg’ann

Many voices today,
all speaking truths.
The SOUND of vulnerability
reverberates in the chambers.
Mouths no longer wishing
to speak topics like the weather.
Wearing no CROWN,
yet each a queen.
The BATON passes into every hand,
as each story is shared.
Eyes, like mirrors, are met
with knowing kindness.
Too OFTEN we close
when we ought to open.

Heather