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Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Red And The Black

Red is the color of no going back--

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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21 comments:

  1. Wow, talk about aging gracefully!

    Why does it take us so long to realize that we are more beautiful now than we were then ?

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  2. Such a lovely poem, Shay. And there is nothing more beautiful than wisdom born from age.

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  3. There is power in the color black and in knowing you still got it when most people think it's gone.

    Chica, you will never lose it! :)

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  4. Interesting, because red is my favorite color and black is my favorite color to wear :)

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  5. You are a wise poet



    Aloha from Spring Time in Waikiki!


    Comfort Spiral

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  6. "I like my skin in motion" love that!!! I like my skin in motion too. :)

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  7. Saaayyyy... is that Daryl??

    You're still the fair one Shay. Never you worry.

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  8. I 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.

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  9. Because cats also teach the art of not giving a damn.

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  10. Very wise words Shay.... and a GREAT head of well-earned gray hair.
    Cheers,
    jj

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  11. Beautiful picture and beautiful words.

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  12. You've earned every single strand of your (gorgeous) silver hair... and your words echo the wisdom gained on each step of the journey.

    Beautiful. Profound. Totally YOU.

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  13. I love the juxtaposition of the black rose against the white hair. Great imagery.

    Patty
    Why Not Start Now?

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  14. Um...it isn't a picture of me, but yes, her hair is pectacular. :-)

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  15. How did you get that photo of the back of my head?

    And Joanna, its SILVER not gray ;-)

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  16. 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.

    This 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:~)

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  17. 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...

    xo

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  18. 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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