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going gray
by Kristina Woodhill
i am going gray
i am going with gray
i am going along with the idea of gray
i am looking at color
i am looking at hues and tones of color
i am looking at agreeable, joyful splashings of color
i am holding color to the mirror
i am choosing pinks and turquoise to dance
against my new reflection
i am brushing gently my new temples
i am feeling the soft wisdom, the wet tears, the strong roots, the distant girlish braids, a man's nuzzling kiss, a baby's pull,
a child's very serious, careful comb
i am finding my way
with gray
04/20/2010
Posted on 04/20/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/20/10 at 05:46 PM Buy a box of dye or just go with the grey- it ain't the worst thing about growing oold. I love your attitude. Great, as always! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/20/10 at 06:23 PM Well, I still have hair but have no idea what to do with it. I don't color it. I just got it cut short for the summer since my wife was going to put it a ponytail for me. Just so you know, hair is one of the last things men look at on a woman. ha - ha. |
| Posted by David Hill on 04/20/10 at 11:44 PM This is a nice piece about the ongoing process of acceptance.
In the words of The Grateful Dead, “Oh well, a touch of gray, it kind of suits you any way…"
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| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/22/10 at 08:15 PM Hey, don't think of gray in your hair, think of the fun you had putting it there. Well, some of it must've been....FraP..... |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/25/10 at 01:33 AM Wonderfully warm and gentle. It is called aging gracefully! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 05/13/10 at 09:51 PM Fate is a choice -- accept or die :> |
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