I like my sky in motion.
I like my roses black.
The cats have taught me the trick of storms in afternoon--
It's in their steady eyes,
And in the waning of the moon.
Today I will cut a black rose for my white hair,
And think myself beautiful in a way I never could have done
When I was fair...
When I was young.
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Wow, talk about aging gracefully!
ReplyDeleteWhy does it take us so long to realize that we are more beautiful now than we were then ?
Such a lovely poem, Shay. And there is nothing more beautiful than wisdom born from age.
ReplyDeleteThere is power in the color black and in knowing you still got it when most people think it's gone.
ReplyDeleteChica, you will never lose it! :)
Interesting, because red is my favorite color and black is my favorite color to wear :)
ReplyDeleteYou are a wise poet
ReplyDeleteAloha from Spring Time in Waikiki!
Comfort Spiral
That's a wise and nice poem!
ReplyDelete"I like my skin in motion" love that!!! I like my skin in motion too. :)
ReplyDeleteSaaayyyy... is that Daryl??
ReplyDeleteYou're still the fair one Shay. Never you worry.
ooo, I like it.
ReplyDeleteI can relate! I never in a million years thought I would feel this good about myself at "this age." I envy women who have the guts to show their grey.
ReplyDeleteBecause cats also teach the art of not giving a damn.
ReplyDeleteVery wise words Shay.... and a GREAT head of well-earned gray hair.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
jj
I'm in LOVE with this!!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture and beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteYou've earned every single strand of your (gorgeous) silver hair... and your words echo the wisdom gained on each step of the journey.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Profound. Totally YOU.
I love the juxtaposition of the black rose against the white hair. Great imagery.
ReplyDeletePatty
Why Not Start Now?
Um...it isn't a picture of me, but yes, her hair is pectacular. :-)
ReplyDeleteHow did you get that photo of the back of my head?
ReplyDeleteAnd Joanna, its SILVER not gray ;-)
Shay -- What I love about black is it is all the colors mixed together...it is the Crayola Crayons melted down, but the colors are still there.
ReplyDeleteThis was a good poem for me to read as I am getting much older. I need to be reminded to see "myself beautiful in a way I never could have done when I was fair...when I was young."
Thank you:~)
What is amazing about this is that we all age, we all grow and we always seem to miss our own beauty and graces...I see yours and I adore them...
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Mama mia! This is lovely. Although I am having a hard time with the aging thing. I could take a lesson or two from this poem of yours.
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